Ch. He Marked Another Luna, So She Slept With His Alpha Brother 8 He Marked Another Luna, So She Slept With His Alpha Brother 8

Chapter 8 

Camila’s POV Post 

“Remember those jewelry designs you used to draw years ago?” 

I frowned., “The ones you always said were just a hobby?” 

“Yes.” 

“I entered them in an international jewelry design competition.” 

My glass stopped halfway to my lips. “You did what?” 

“Don’t look at me like that.” She laughed. “I thought I’d submit them just to see what would happen.” 

“And?” 

Anabela’s grin widened. “You won.” 

I stared at her. “Won what?” 

“Gold.” 

For a second, I didn’t react. “Gold?” 

“Yes, Camila. First place.” 

She reached into her handbag and pulled out a thick envelope. 

“Here. Your certificate. There are also prize details inside. I’ll transfer the money to your account later.” 

I opened the envelope.,My eyes fell on the certificate. 

Designer: Veyra. I stared at the name. Veyra. A name I’d created years ago when I started designing jewelry privately. I never expected anyone outside my own circle to know it. 

Anabela leaned across the table. “And that’s not all. Several luxury brands are trying to find you. Buyers, fashion houses, jewelry companies. Everyone wants to know who Veyra is.” 

I placed the certificate on the table. “Okay.” 

Anabela blinked. “Okay?” I nodded. “That’s your reaction?” 

“What do you want me to do?” 

“I don’t know. Scream. Cry. Stand on the table. Thank the universe. Give me something!” 

A small laugh escaped me. “I’m happy.” 

“Then your face needs to inform the rest of your body.” 

I shook my head. It wasn’t that the award meant nothing to me. 

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I had simply grown up learning not to depend on applause. 

Grandma had made sure I learned everything she could teach me. Music. Painting. Languages. Business. Finance. Design. 

I was never raised to sit quietly and look pretty. If I wanted to learn something, I learned it. If I wanted to master it, I worked until I did. 

Jewelry design was only one of the things I had kept hidden. 

Especially from Julian. 

When I was with him, I had deliberately made myself smaller. 

Simple clothes. A quiet lifestyle. No unnecessary attention. I had spent years protecting his pride without realizing how ridiculous that was. Now, sitting there with a gold-winning design certificate in my hand, I wanted to go back in time and re-live my younger self. 

Anabela reached across the table and squeezed my hand. 

“Come on. Dinner is almost over, but the night isn’t.” 

I shook my head. “Another time.” 

She studied my face. “Julian really got to you, didn’t he?” 

“A little.” 

Her expression softened. “Then go home and rest. But I’m not letting you hide forever.” 

We hugged briefly before parting outside the restaurant. I went straight home. The moment I entered my room, I took off my clothes and headed for the shower. I stood beneath the hot water for a long time. I scrubbed the places Julian had touched until my skin turned red. Still, I couldn’t shake the feeling of his hands on me. I closed my eyes and let the water run over my face. I wanted the entire night gone. 

Over the next few days, my phone became impossible to ignore. 

At first, it was a few emails. Then dozens. Luxury houses wanted meetings. Private collectors wanted my designs. Fashion groups wanted exclusive contracts. Everyone wanted one thing. Veyra. 

The mysterious designer who had suddenly won gold at an international competition. 

No one knew my face. No one knew my real name. That was exactly how I wanted it. 

*** 

For another few days, I stayed inside my quarters at Silver Lake Castle. I barely stepped outside. It wasn’t because I was afraid to face the world. I simply needed time to think. 

Julian was no longer part of my life. I had rejected him, and I meant it. So there was no reason to return to Ravencrest and continue living in the apartment he had gotten for me. I wouldn’t go back to that job either. The receptionist position he had arranged for me had 

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been useful when I needed to maintain my cover, but now it only reminded me of him. I was done accepting anything from Julian. The apartment. The job. The favors. Everything. 

For years, I had allowed him to believe I needed his help. I had accepted those demeaning favors because keeping my identity hidden had mattered more than my pride. But that was 

over now. 

I didn’t want anything that connected me to him anymore. I didn’t want to run into him didn’t want to see Vivienne. And I certainly didn’t want to find myself pulled into whatever drama they were creating around their new marriage. I needed distance. A clean break 

I lay across the bed, staring at the ceiling, when a sharp rap sounded on the door. I barely had time to turn my head. The door opened. 

Grandma walked in without waiting for an invitation. 

“Still hiding from the world?” 

I pushed myself up slightly against the pillows. She stood by the door, studying me from head to toe. Her expression said she had already decided she wasn’t impressed. 

I sighed. “I’m not hiding.” 

She raised an eyebrow. “Really?” Her eyes moved around the room before settling on me again. “You’ve been in here for days.” 

I looked away. “I’ve been thinking.” 

“Thinking in bed?” 

I almost smiled. “That too. 

Amelia walked farther into the room and folded her arms. 

“You’re going to have to come out eventually, sweetheart.” 

I glanced at her. “I know.” 

“Good.” 

She moved toward the windows and pulled the curtains open. 

Sunlight flooded the room. I squinted and covered my eyes. 

Grandma looked back at me. “You’ve spent enough time mourning something you already 

decided to leave behind.” 

I lowered my hand. “I’m not mourning Julian.” 

“Then what are you doing?” 

I hesitated. “Figuring out what comes next.” 

Her expression softened slightly. “Now that,” she said, “is a much better use of your time.” 

Without another word, Grandma reached into her housecoat and pulled out an envelope. 

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She tossed it onto the bed. “You’re attending this on my behalf. It’s not open for debate.” 

stared at the envelope. Before I could ask what it was, she turned toward the door. I picked it up. At the doorway, she stopped and glanced back at me. “Find something befitting to wear. Goldie will be here to do your makeup.” 

I opened my mouth. She was already leaving. The door closed quietly behind her. I looked down at the envelope in my hand. 

Curiosity got the better of me. I opened it and pulled out a shiny invitation card. My eyes moved across the elegant lettering. 

A birthday dinner invitation? I frowned. 

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