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Ch. He Marked Another Luna, So She Slept With His Alpha Brother 92 He Marked Another Luna, So She Slept With His Alpha Brother 92

Chapter 92

Roman’s POV Post

The people surrounding me seemed eager to strike up a conversation, but I had no intention of entertaining them. I hadn’t come here to network or exchange business pleasantries. I was here for one reason, and one reason only. Camila Hart.

Elis had handled the arrangements for my appearance as Alpha Roman Blackwell, Alpha of Ravencrest Apparently, the organizers had been stunned when my Elis contacted them that morning to confirm y attendance. A runway show was hardly the sort of event anyone expected me to be interested in.

They weren’t wrong. Fashion shows had never been my thing.

Still, once they learned I was coming, the organizers had practically fallen over themselves to accommodate me. They immediately reserved the most prestigious seat in the venue, right in the centre of the front row,

beside the catwalk.

I couldn’t blame them. Having the Alpha of Ravencrest attend their event was probably a bigger deal than they could have hoped for.

A few of them approached me after I took my seat, eager to welcome me and make conversation. I acknowledged them briefly before making it clear, without saying so outright, that I preferred to be left alone. They eventually got the message.

The show began soon afterward. Music filled the venue as the lights swept across the runway. Models emerged in elegant outfits, drawing applause from the audience as they displayed the latest collections from different brands. I barely paid attention to any of them. My gaze kept drifting toward the backstage entrance, and I checked the time on my watch for what felt like the tenth time. Where was Camila?

She had cancelled our dinner to help her friend with this show. I still had a contract to discuss with her, and I wasn’t particularly pleased about having my evening plans disrupted. But curiosity had won.

I wanted to see what could possibly be so important that she’d chosen it over dinner with me. Was she actually going to walk the runway, or had she come merely to support her friend?

I leaned back in my seat, my lips curving faintly at the thought of her discovering I was here. I hadn’t chosen this seat to attract her attention. It was simply the one the organisers had arranged for me. But if Camila happened to look up and find me sitting right in the middle of the front row, I imagined her reaction would be worth the trip. Perhaps she’d glare at me. Perhaps she’d pretend not to see me. Either way, I was already looking forward to it.

Camila’s POV

Backstage, I gave my blue dress one final adjustment and took a steadying breath. My makeup was done, my outfit was ready, and all that remained was to walk out there without making a fool of myself.

Two models went ahead of me. Anabela had assured me that watching them would help settle my nerves, and she was right. By the time the second model disappeared backstage, I felt a little more prepared.

It was my turn. I glanced at Anabela. “I’m heading out, sweetie.”

“You’ve got this! Go show them!” she whispered excitedly, giving me an encouraging thumbs–up.

I smoothed my hands over the blue dress, took one steadying breath, and reminded myself why I was here. Anabela needed me. I wasn’t going to let my nerves ruin her show. I turned toward the entrance and waited

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for my cue. The music swelled. I stepped into the light.

For one brief moment, the brightness almost blinded me. Rows of faces stretched into the distance, and the

way suddenly seemed much longer than it had during practice.

Head up. Shoulders back. Keep walking.

I fixed my gaze ahead and moved to the rhythm of the music, determined to look as though I’d done this a hundred times before.

My long blue gown flowed around me with every step. Its layered fabric rippled like ocean waves catching the light beautifully. The strapless bodice fitted snugly around my waist, while the daring slit exposed my long legs as I walked. I could hear the music, feel the floor beneath my heels, and sense the audience watching me.

Then, suddenly, the room went strangely quiet. A collective gasp rose from the crowd. My heart skipped, but I kept my expression composed. I couldn’t afford to lose focus now. Whatever had caught their attention, I had to finish my walk.

I reached the end of the runway, paused, and struck the pose Anabela had taught me. One hand rested lightly against my hip as I turned, allowing the dress to fan out around me. More gasps followed, mingled with excited whispers.

I kept my chin lifted, refusing to let their reaction throw me off balance. Inside, my nerves were still doing somersaults, but outwardly, I was calm and confident.

I held the pose for a few seconds, just as Anabela had taught me, That was when I saw him. Alpha Roman Blackwell.

He sat right in the centre of the front row, his attention fixed on me. For a moment, I forgot every step I’d practised. What is he doing here?

Our eyes met. His expression gave nothing away, but the intensity of his gaze sent a strange flutter through my chest. My heel nearly missed its mark. I caught myself just in time. Camila, get a grip!

I forced my eyes forward, made a graceful turn around and continued walking. I had a job to do, and Anabela had trusted me to do it. I wasn’t about to ruin her fashion show because Roman had decided to attend.

Still, heat crept into my cheeks. My makeup was light, chosen to enhance rather than conceal my features. There was nowhere for the sudden blush to hide. I could only hope the distance between the runway and the audience made it less noticeable.

At least now he knew I hadn’t invented an excuse to avoid dinner. I really was here helping Anabela. Would that satisfy him? I had no idea. I couldn’t afford to think about it, either.

I reached the backstage entrance without a mishap, though my heart was pounding so hard that I could barely hear the music anymore.

The moment I was out of sight, I released a breath I hadn’t realised I’d been holding. My palms were drenched.

“Camila!” Anabela hurried toward me, her face glowing with excitement. “You were incredible! Absolutely stunning!”

I stared at her. “You didn’t notice I was nervous?”

Her eyebrows shot up. “Nervous? You looked like you’d been doing this for years! I thought you were enjoying every second.”

I caught her hand and pressed my damp palm against hers.

“Feel that.”

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She touched my hand, then burst into a sympathetic laugh. “Oh, sweetie. You’re soaked!”

“And you thought I was enjoying myself?”

your first runway show. Of course you’re nervous.” She squeezed my hand reassuringly. “You’ll get used to it with practice.”

I nodded, but I knew she had only half the story. The nerves hadn’t been this bad until I’d spotted Roman.

Anabela handed me a bottle of water with a straw. “Drink some water, catch your breath, and get changed We’ll touch up your makeup before your next walk.”

I took a few sips, trying to settle my racing heart. I still had another outfit to model. I couldn’t let Roman’s presence throw me off my game a second time. Unfortunately, knowing he was still sitting out there made it impossible to forget him. Every time I told myself to calm down, my heartbeat seemed to grow louder

A makeup artist approached to freshen my face while one of Anabela’s assistants prepared my next outfit. sat still, doing my best to focus on the instructions around me, but my thoughts kept drifting back to the front row.

Why had Roman come here? Was he still annoyed that I’d cancelled dinner? Had he come to check whether I’d been telling the truth?

Or was there another reason?

“Camila, darling, look up a little,” the makeup artist instructed.

I obeyed, embarrassed by how distracted I’d become. Time was running out. My second walk would begin soon, and I was nowhere near as composed as I’d been before the first one. Then my gaze wandered toward the dressing table. A silk scarf lay beside a collection of accessories. I stared at it for a moment, and a thought began to form.