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

Ch. He Marked Another Luna, So She Slept With His Alpha Brother 88 He Marked Another Luna, So She Slept With His Alpha Brother 88

Chapter 88

Camila’s POV Post

Weekends were supposed to be relaxing, but mine seemed to disappear before I could catch my breath. Sunday morning found me at Grandma Amelia’s private castle in Silverhaven, having breakfast with her. I was halfway through my coffee when my phone buzzed on the table. It was Isabella.

“Camila, I need your help. It’s an emergency!”

Her frantic voice made me sit up straight. “Whoa, slow down. What happened?”

“Remember that big fashion show I told you about?”

“Yeah. You were working on the designs the last time I was at your place.”

Isabella had been perfecting the outfits and finalizing the prototypes. From what she’d shown me, the collection looked incredible. She’d even joked about making me her runway model someday.

“Well, the show’s tonight, and one of my models twisted her ankle this morning! Our backup just bailed too. I’m pretty sure someone shady paid her off.” She let out a frustrated groan. “I’m running out of options, Camila. Please, can you fill in for her?”

I blinked at my phone. “Me? Isabella, I’ve never walked a runway in my life!”

“You’ll be fine. I swear! I believe in you, Camila. You’re my only hope right now!”

I pressed my lips together, glancing at the time. “It’s just that I have something planned today.”

Dinner with Roman. After all the drama surrounding our partnership with NEXZONE Group, we were finally supposed to sign the contract. If I stood him up again, I could kiss that deal goodbye. But Isabella was my best friend, and her voice was practically breaking with desperation.

I closed my eyes briefly. “Fine. I’ll do it. Send me the address. I’m on my way.”

I could already imagine Roman’s reaction when I explained why I’d missed our dinner. Somehow, I doubted

he’d find my excuse amusing. If only I were at my new place. I could have gone upstairs and spoken to him in person. Unfortunately, I was at Grandma Amelia’s castle, and the distance wasn’t exactly convenient.

I quickly set down my coffee. “Grandma, something’s come up with Isabella. I need to go.”

Amelia glanced up from her breakfast. “Is everything all right, Eve?”

“Not exactly. One of her models has dropped out, and she needs me to fill in.”

Her eyebrows rose. “You? On a runway?”

I gave her a helpless smile. “Don’t ask.”

After a quick goodbye, I grabbed my things and hurried out.

On the way to Isabella’s company, I called Roman. The phone rang several times before he finally answered. “Hello?” His voice was cool and distant.

I hesitated, suddenly unsure how to begin. “Were you… still sleeping?”

“What is it, Camila?”

Roman’s POV

12:30

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I stood before my wardrobe in nothing but a towel, rubbing my hair dry. With dinner at a restaurant with Camila and the NEXZONE contract to discuss afterward, I needed to get dressed.

phone rang. Camila.

I answered, but the guilt in her greeting immediately put me on guard. We had agreed on tonight’s plans/She wasn’t about to cancel on me, was she?

“Roman, I need to tell you something.” Her voice sounded unusually hesitant. “But please, don’t get angry before I explain. I don’t want this to affect our relationship.”

My smile disappeared. Our relationship? “Interesting. Since when did we have one?” I asked coolly. “Last time I checked, I was your ex–mate’s half–brother. Or has that suddenly changed?”

“Must you always be so difficult?”

“You called me, Camila. Get to the point.”

She let out a nervous breath. “I can’t make it to dinner tonight. Something unexpected happened, and I have to help Anabela. One of the models for her fashion show got injured, and she can’t find anyone to take her place. She’s really desperate, Roman. She’s my best friend, and I can’t abandon her when she needs me.”

I glanced at the suit laid out for the evening. “So, your best friend needs you, and our appointment is the sacrifice?”

“That’s not fair. I didn’t plan for this to happen.”

“Of course not.”

“Roman, please. I’m genuinely sorry. If you ever have to cancel on me in our future arrangements, I promise I won’t hold it against you. We’ll call it even.”

I almost laughed. She was offering me a favour I hadn’t asked for to compensate for a disappointment she hadn’t even allowed me to protest. “Then why are you asking for my understanding when you’ve already made your decision?”

She fell silent. “Camila, am I always going to come last whenever something else demands your attention?”

“No! It’s not like that. I just can’t leave Anabela in this situation.”

“Then go.”

“Roman-”

“Enjoy the show.”

I ended the call before she could offer another explanation. For several seconds, I stared at my phone. The suit I’d chosen, the dinner arranged, the time I’d deliberately set aside–all wasted.

wasn’t angry because she had other commitments. I was angry because she seemed to assume I’d always accept being pushed aside.

Still, something about her explanation bothered me. Camila could be stubborn, evasive, and infuriatingly secretive, but I hadn’t expected her to lie outright.