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

Ch. He Marked Another Luna, So She Slept With His Alpha Brother 85 He Marked Another Luna, So She Slept With His Alpha Brother 85

Chapter 85

Camila’s POV Post

The loud crashes coming from upstairs, from Roma’s apartment, nearly made me jump out of my skin, What on earth was happening up there? Was Roman smashing things?

Another deafening bang followed, then the unmistakable sound of something breaking. My heart skipped a beat. Was he fighting someone?

I hesitated, staring at the ceiling. The fiasco with Roman earlier today outside Whitfield Group/ was sl fresh in my head. He seemed perfectly fine. Besides, he wasn’t exactly the kind of wolf people dared to mess with Still, the noise continued, and I couldn’t shake off the feeling that something was wrong.

Should I check on him? My previous encounters with Roman had been anything but ordinary. Going upstairs to see him seemed like an invitation to another complicated situation. Yet, when the noise finally stopped, I found myself growing even more uneasy. What if he was hurt?

Damn it! I hurried out. The moment the elevator doors opened, I came face–to–face with a middle–aged man storming out of the apartment. His expression was thunderous. He shot me a strange look as he passed, but I didn’t bother about it. Something had definitely happened.

I rushed toward Roman’s apartment. The door stood wide open, and what I saw inside made me freeze. The place was a complete mess. Broken glass littered the floor, furniture lay overturned, and shattered ornaments were scattered everywhere. And there, on the sofa, sat Roman.

He was unusually quiet, his broad shoulders tense and his gaze lowered. For a moment, the man who always seemed so confident looked painfully alone. Then he lifted his head. My chest tightened at the sight of his eyes. There was something wounded in them that he seemed determined to hide.

“Roman!” I hurried over to him. “Are you alright?” Then I noticed the blood on his chin. “You’re hurt!” Before he could stop me, I reached for his face and gently tilted his chin toward the light to examine the cut.

“It’s nothing,” he muttered. But his eyes had already darkened, and he subtly pulled away from my touch. “What are you doing here, Camila?” His voice was calm, almost indifferent, but I caught the surprise in his

expression.

“I heard all the noise and thought something might have happened.”

His gaze sharpened. “What noise?”

I froze. Oh, no. I’d just revealed that I lived close enough to hear everything happening in his apartment. And if he asked one more question, I’d have to explain why.

“I mean…” I scrambled for an excuse. “I was coming to discuss the contract with you. I was already on my way up when I heard the commotion.” Brilliant, Camila. Absolutely brilliant.

Roman said nothing. His gaze slowly travelled down my body before settling on my feet, on my slippers. I followed his gaze and felt my face grow hot.

“You came all the way up here to discuss the contract,” he said, a faintly amused edge entering his voice, “wearing those?”

I stared at him. There went my excuse. I had rushed upstairs so quickly that I’d forgotten to change my shoes. And now Roman had caught me in the most ridiculous lie imaginable. I wished the floor would open up and

swallow me whole.

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“Nothing to say for yourself?” Roman asked, watching me struggle to explain my sudden appearance. I pressed my lips together. I had no convincing excuse, and making one up would only dig me deeper into trouble.

“Forget that. What happened here?” I gestured at the wrecked apartment before pointing at his chin. “saw that man leaving. Was he the one who hurt you?” Roman barely reacted.

“Seriously? You let someone trash your apartment and walk away while you’re sitting here bleeding” frowned. “And here I thought nobody dared to mess with you. What happened to all that confidence displayed in front of Julian?”

“Are you done?”

“No!” I snapped. “Look at this place! Should I call the police?” Despite my irritation, I couldn’t stop worrying about the cut. Whatever had happened between us, I didn’t like seeing him hurt.

“I’m fine,” he said. “It’ll heal.”

I stared at him. “That’s not the point, Roman.”

“I’m an Alfa wolf, Camila. I heal faster than ordinary wolves. A scratch like this will be gone soon enough.”

“Wonderful. Then you can heal quickly after I make sure it doesn’t get infected.” I pointed at the wound. “Fast healing doesn’t mean you should ignore an open cut.”

I had no idea why he was so determined to act as though nothing had happened. Perhaps he thought being an Alpha meant he couldn’t show weakness. Whatever his reason, I wasn’t buying it.

I stared at him in disbelief. Of course, a man like him wouldn’t bother keeping something so basic at home. Since my slippers had already exposed my little secret, there was no point pretending I didn’t live downstairs.

“Stay here. I’ll be right back.” I hurried to my apartment and returned with my first aid kit a few minutes later. Settling in front of him, I reached for his chin and tilted his face toward me.

Roman raised an eyebrow. “That was quick. Don’t tell me you moved into the apartment below mine just to stalk me. Are you keeping tabs on me around the clock?”

I rolled my eyes. “Don’t flatter yourself. My company arranged the apartment, and I moved in before I knew you lived upstairs. It was pure coincidence.”

“Convenient coincidence.”

“Keep talking.”

I focused on his injury, carefully cleaning the long scratch. Thankfully, it wasn’t deep. Even though

werewolves healed faster than humans, I wasn’t about to leave an open wound untreated. An infection could complicate things, and I wasn’t taking that risk.

After disinfecting the cut, I covered it with a bandage. There! Your face is still intact, and you’re as handsome as ever.” I leaned back to admire my work. “Crisis averted!”

Roman’s expression softened with amusement. “Handsome enough to make your heart skip a beat?”

“Don’t push your luck. You’re not that irresistible.”

His smile suggested he didn’t believe a word I said.

I packed away the supplies before handing him the kit. “Keep it. There’s pepper spray inside, too. You never know when you might need some extra help if you run into someone you can’t handle.”

Roman gave me an offended look. “I don’t lose fights.”

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“Of course. You were just showing mercy.” I glanced around at the wreckage. “But whoever that man was, be practically demolished your apartment. You should have called the police. Breaking into someone’s home and destroying their property is a crime.”

“And what would have been the fun in that?” Roman replied casually. “Besides, I humiliated his precious son.‘”

I frowned. “His son?”

“That was Jasper’s father. The man who almost became your father–in–law.”

I stared at him. Why couldn’t he just say Alpha Gregory Blackbell, his father? “Watch what you’re implyin warned. “I would never have married Jasper, and I never wanted to. I didn’t even like him! Honestly, that entire Blackwell family is exhausting.”

Roman let out a low laugh. “Then explain something to me, Camila. If you think I’m such a terrible man, why did you rush over here to tend to my injury? My wolf would have taken care of it in a few hours.”