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

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Chapter 90

Julian’s POV Post)

By the time I came downstairs, the morning was nearly gone, and Father was already in a foul mood.

“Look who finally decided to show up,” Former Alpha Gregory Blackwell remarked, lowering his newspaper

“Good morning, Father.”

“Is it? Do you know what time it is?”

Before I could answer, Mother, seated beside him, reached for his arm. Her expensive jewellery glittered as she moved, from the necklace at her throat to the bracelets around her wrists. She took pride in looking every bit the wife of the former Alpha, and despite being in her forties, she could easily pass for a woman ten years

younger.

“Gregory, leave him alone. Julian has been working so hard lately. I saw the study lights on late into the night He probably needs the rest.”

I said nothing. Mother was covering for me. I hadn’t spent the night working; I’d gone out to drown my frustrations and returned home in the early hours. But there was little point correcting her. Father had been finding fault with me lately, and the truth wouldn’t improve his opinion.

He gave a dismissive snort and picked up an envelope from the coffee table. “There’s a fashion show tonight. Important business figures will be attending. Take this invitation, meet the right people, and see if you can secure some deals for Blackwell Group.” He tossed it toward me. “It’s your responsibility now, Julian. Start acting like it.”

I caught the envelope. “Of course, Father.” My flat response earned me another disapproving look, but I didn’t care enough to pretend enthusiasm. I had never enjoyed these gatherings. They were full of people who smiled to my face while silently measuring me against Roman.

Even as the business heir, I couldn’t escape the feeling that I was merely occupying a place that should have belonged to someone else. I had grown up in the Ravencrest packhouse with Mother, yet neither of us had ever truly belonged. The pack members treated us as outsiders, and no amount of privilege could erase the distinction they made between Roman, the son of the true Luna, and me. Mother might have become Father’s

wife, but she had never received the Luna title.

When I was younger, she used to assure me that one day we would take our rightful place in the Blackwell family. I held on to that promise for years, believing that once Father acknowledged me, the whispers and condescending looks would stop. They didn’t.

Becoming his business heir had only made me more conscious of how people saw me. They could respect my position without respecting me. And whenever Roman was mentioned, I was reminded of the difference between us.

The only person who had ever made me forget that difference was Camila. She had encouraged me, defended me, and made me believe I could be enough without having to compete with my brother.

Losing her had left a hole I couldn’t seem to fill. Now even my marriage was crumbling. Vivienne had returned to her family after our fight last night and I had no idea when she intended to come back.

My life was turning into a mess, yet Father expected me to attend another gathering and charm people who had never considered me Roman’s equal.

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“Did you hear what I said?” Father demanded.

I looked up. “I heard you. I’ll attend.”

“Good. I don’t want to hear that you wasted the opportunity.”

He rose from his seat, adjusting his jacket. “I still have a few things to handle at the office. I’ll be leaving shortly.”

He headed upstairs to change, leaving Mother and me alone in the living-room. Mother studied me fore moment before beckoning me over. “Julian, come here. What has gotten into you lately? You’ve barely been yourself these past few days. You’re fighting with Vivienne, you’re hardly sleeping, and now you’re behang as though the whole world is against you.”

“I’m fine, Mother.”

“Fine?” She caught my arm and pulled me down beside her. “Tomorrow, you’re going to see Vivienne and settle this nonsense. She’s your wife, and the Laurent family is influential. What reason do you have to throw away such a marriage?”

I sighed. “There’s no love between us. We’ll end up divorced eventually, so why keep pretending?”

Her expression changed immediately. “Don’t tell me this is still about Camila.” I looked away. “Oh, Julian!” she exclaimed in frustration. “What hold does that woman have over you? She rejected you publicly, yet you’re still chasing after her. Have you forgotten who you are?”

“Mother, you don’t understand.”

“Then help me understand! What does she have that Vivienne doesn’t? You’re a Blackwell now. You have money, influence, and a future in the family business. Why are you throwing all that away for a woman who clearly wants nothing to do with you?”

“Because I love her!” The words escaped before I could stop them.

Mother stared at me, then shook her head. “Love? Is that what you call it? You were supposed to keep your head straight, secure your position, and build a future. Instead, you allowed that woman to turn you into a

fool.”

I clenched my jaw. Camila had never asked me to betray anyone for her. She had loved me sincerely, and I had been the one who lied to her. I had hidden my marriage because I wanted to keep her beside me while preserving the advantages Vivienne brought. I even believed Camila might accept being with me secretly until I could arrange a divorce.

But Camila was not a woman who would settle for being someone’s secret lover. Once she discovered the truth, she walked away. And now, no matter how desperately I tried to reach her, she refused to look back.

“Camila never wanted my money,” I muttered.

Mother gave a scornful laugh. “Of course you would believe that. Women like her know how to make a man feel special. They pretend they don’t care about wealth, then suddenly they’re dreaming of becoming part of a powerful family. Do you think someone without the right background can simply walk into our world and become our equal?”

“You don’t know her.”

“And you think you know women?” she snapped. “Look at everything I had to endure to become Gregory’s wife. Do you think he simply handed me this life?”

She adjusted the diamond bracelet on her wrist, her expression turning bitter. “I spent years making sure your

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father never forgot me. Even after he married me, I was denied the Luna title. Do you know what it felt like to live in the Ravencrest packhouse while the pack continued to regard me as an outsider? I endured it because, knew what was at stake–you, your future, and your place in this family.”

“Mother, I know what you went through.”

“Do you?” She leaned closer. “Then you should understand why I refuse to let you throw everything away for Camila.” She paused, then continued with startling carelessness. “Do you think Roman’s mother would have ever allowed me to become his wife? As long as she lived, Gregory would never have given me that position. And if she had continued bearing children, you would have had even more rivals for the inheritance.”

I stared at her. “What are you saying?”

Mother waved her hand impatiently. “I did what was necessary. That woman’s death was no accident Julian. I made sure the right people looked the other way. Everything I did was to secure our future,”

A chill ran down my spine. “You’re saying you had something to do with her death?”

“Don’t look at me like that!” she hissed. “I did what I had to do. If I hadn’t, where would we be today? Still living under Roman’s shadow, with the entire pack reminding us that we didn’t belong?”