Ch. He Marked Another Luna, So She Slept With His Alpha Brother 9 He Marked Another Luna, So She Slept With His Alpha Brother 9

Chapter 9 

Camila’s POV Post 

A few days later, the invitation Grandma had forced into my hands brought me to Luna Catherine’s birthday dinner. 

The event was being held at a private estate reserved for Silverhaven’s most influential families. Black luxury cars filled the valet area. Chauffeurs opened doors for guests dressed in expensive gowns and tailored suits. Inside, crystal chandeliers cast a warm glow across the ballroom while waiters moved through the crowd with silver trays of champagne and carefully arranged appetizers. 

I arrived early. Grandma had made it very clear that I was attending on her behalf, so I had no intention of giving her a reason to complain. Goldie, her personal stylist, had done my makeup herself. She had kept it soft and elegant, exactly as I preferred. 

My black gown was simple at first glance. But it didn’t need to scream for attention. The cut was clean. The fabric fell perfectly against my body, and the subtle detailing along the seams was the kind only someone who understood fashion would notice. My hair was pinned up neatly, with a few loose strands framing my face. 

I looked around the ballroom. Most of the guests were strangers to me. That suited me perfectly. I picked up a glass of champagne and moved toward a quieter corner of the room. I had barely taken a sip when I heard voices nearby. 

“Did you hear the Whitmore family might be here tonight?” 

“The Whitmores? The Silverhaven Whitmores?” 

“Yes. You know how powerful that family is.” 

“I heard the She-Alpha’s granddaughter might finally be making more public appearances.” 

“Really?” 

“I thought she was still keeping a low profile.” 

Someone laughed softly. “If she is here, I wonder what she looks like.” 

“You know what they say. The Whitmore heir is practically untouchable.” 

I kept my face straight. So that was what people were talking about. 

Me. I took another sip of champagne. Apparently, my grandmother’s decision to send me here had already created enough curiosity. 

Then another voice joined the conversation. “Forget the Whitmores, Who is that woman in black?” 

I didn’t turn, I could already feel several pairs of eyes shifting in my direction. 

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“I don’t know.” 

“She doesn’t look like an ordinary guest.” 

“Look at that dress.” 

“That’s custom work.” 

“Maybe she’s from one of the old families.” 

“Could be someone’s daughter.” 

“Or someone’s wife.” 

“She’s not wearing a ring.” 

I almost smiled into my glass. Interesting crowd. I was beginning to understand why Grandma had wanted me here. Then the atmosphere in the ballroom changed. The 

conversations around me lowered almost instantly. Guests near the entrance began turning toward the doors. 

I glanced over. And froze. Julian walked into the ballroom beside Vivienne, his arm linked with hers. My stomach dropped. Not again. 

Of all the people I could have run into tonight, why them? 

Julian looked perfectly composed in a dark tailored suit. The injury on his forehead had healed enough that only careful observation would reveal anything had happened. 

Vivienne looked every bit like the new Luna she was determined to become. She wore an elegant gown and carried herself with the confidence of a woman who believed the entire room belonged to her. 

I lowered my gaze and took another sip. Maybe they hadn’t seen me. 

Maybe I could simply stay here, attend the dinner on Grandma’s behalf, and leave without another unpleasant encounter. Then I felt it. 

That unmistakable stare. I looked up. 

Julian was looking directly at me. His steps slowed. His eyes moved over my face, my hair, my gown. He didn’t look away. I could almost see the confusion on his face. He had never seen me like this. 

During our relationship, I had deliberately kept my appearance simple. Jeans. T-shirts. Plain dresses. Nothing that could draw attention to the identity I was hiding. 

Tonight was different. Tonight, I looked exactly like the woman I had been hiding all these years. A woman who belonged in this room. 

A woman who didn’t need Julian Blackwell to open a door for her. 

Someone beside him whispered, “Who is that woman?” 

Julian didn’t answer. His jaw tightened. Something dark flashed across his expression. 

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Possessiveness. I almost laughed. After everything that had happened, he still looked at me as though I belonged to him. 

Vivienne followed his gaze. The smile on her face disappeared. 

Her fingers tightened around his arm. She looked at me from head to toe. Recognition came first. Then disbelief. Then anger. I could almost hear the question forming in her mind. What was Camila doing here? This wasn’t a random restaurant. This was Luna Catherine’s birthday dinner. The guest list was filled with powerful Alphas, influential families, wealthy heirs, and people whose names carried weight throughout Silverhaven and Ravencrest. 

Vivienne’s expression hardened. She leaned closer to Julian, her grip tightening around his arm. But Julian was still staring at me. 

And for the first time, I wondered if he was beginning to realize that the woman he thought he had left behind had never been who he believed she was. 

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