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

Ch. He Marked Another Luna, So She Slept With His Alpha Brother 93 He Marked Another Luna, So She Slept With His Alpha Brother 93

Chapter 93

Julian’s POV Post

I couldn’t take my eyes off the runway, even after Camila had disappeared backstage. The music continued, and another model stepped into the spotlight, but I barely registered her. My mind was still trapped those few moments when Camila had walked out in that blue dress. She looked breathtaking.

I’d always known she was beautiful. For years, I’d watched her dress modestly, stand quietly beside me and put my needs before her own. I’d grown so accustomed to having her around that I’d never truly appreciated what I had. But tonight, she had been different.

She’d walked with her head held high, her expression poised, and every step carried a confidence I’d never seen in her before. Under the spotlight, she hadn’t looked like the woman I’d once known. She’d looked like someone entirely out of my reach. How had she changed so much?

“Who was that model?” a man seated nearby asked. “I’ve attended plenty of fashion shows, but I’ve never seen anyone quite like her. That figure is incredible.”

“Forget the figure. Did you see her face?” another man joined in. “I hope she has another outfit. After that entrance, the other models have some serious competition.”

A third man chuckled. “I’ve already asked my assistant to find out who she is. If she’s available tomorrow, I’ll invite her to lunch. With the right connections, I could make her a star.”

“You’re not the only one interested,” someone else remarked. “I’d like to meet her myself.”

My jaw tightened. They were talking about Camila as though she were some prize to be claimed, and every word grated on my nerves.

Then I heard another man say, “I wonder if she’s seeing anyone. A woman like that won’t stay single for long.”

My fingers curled around the armrest. She was my ex–mate. We’d been together for years. I knew her long before these men had laid eyes on her, yet now they were discussing how to get close to her as though I didn’t exist. The thought made something ugly twist inside me.

I’d once assumed Camila would always be there, that she’d continue loving me no matter how often I disappointed her. I thought she’d eventually depend on me to help her find a place among influential people. Instead, she’d built a life that didn’t seem to need me at all.

She had her position at Whitmore Group. She had Anabela. And now, apparently, she could step onto a runway and leave an entire room talking about her. Meanwhile, I was sitting among people who barely gave me a second glance.

The irony was bitter. If I could turn back time, I wouldn’t have allowed Vivienne to interfere in my relationship with Camila. I wouldn’t have pushed her away or convinced myself that I could replace her whenever I wanted. But regret couldn’t change what had happened. And the thought that another man might already have claimed the intimacy I’d once taken for granted made my chest tighten.

My gaze shifted to the centre of the front row. Roman sat there with one leg crossed over the other, looking entirely at ease. He didn’t need to chase anyone’s attention. The influential guests had approached him on their own, and his presence alone had been enough to command respect.

Then the truth I’d been trying to avoid struck me. Had Roman come here because of Camila? He’d cancelled no plans of his own, as far as I knew. But I’d heard enough about his recent dealings with Whitmore Group to know that he and Camila had been spending time together. Was there something between them?

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My stomach twisted. I wanted to march over and demand an explanation, but before I could move, Roman,

turned his head.

reyes met. For a brief moment, I searched his face for hostility, for some sign that he knew exactly what was thinking. Instead, his lips curved into a small, infuriating smile. He looked amused. As though he knew something I didn’t. As though my discomfort was precisely what he’d come here to enjoy. My blood ran hot

Camila’s POV

I stared at the silk scarf on the dressing table, then at the short blue dress waiting for me. An idea has taken shape, though I wasn’t sure whether it was a good one.

The dress was gorgeous, with delicate star details across its strapless top and a flowing skirt that would move beautifully on the runway. It also exposed a considerable amount of my legs, which made me wonder if I was truly prepared for a second appearance.

But the bigger problem wasn’t the dress. It was Alpha Roman Blackwell sitting out there, watching.

I picked up the scarf and wrapped it around the lower half of my face, leaving only my eyes visible.

Anabela stared at me for a moment before laughing. “Camila! Since when did you become so mysterious? Did you plan this look all along?”

“Of course not.” I adjusted the scarf, suddenly self–conscious. “I just thought it might look better this way. If it’s ridiculous, I’ll take it off.”

“Take it off? Absolutely not!” She stepped back to admire me. “Look at you! The hidden beauty, the mysterious sea spirit. This is brilliant!”

I didn’t have the heart to tell her that my inspiration had less to do with fashion and more to do with hiding

from a certain Alpha.

“Just make sure I don’t trip over my own feet,” I muttered.

Anabela laughed and gave my shoulders an encouraging squeeze.

“You did wonderfully the first time. You’ll do even better now. Go out there and own that runway!”

After changing into the short dress, I let my hair fall in long, loose waves down my back. The transformation was surprisingly effective. The scarf gave the outfit an air of mystery, while the tiny stars on the bodice shimmered beneath the dressing–room lights. I took one last look in the mirror. You can do this, Camila.

When my cue came, I stepped onto the runway. The reaction was immediate. Excited whispers swept through the audience, followed by a wave of applause. I kept my gaze ahead, allowing the flowing blue fabric to sway with each step. The skirt moved like a jellyfish drifting through water, its delicate ribbons floating around my legs.

I focused on the rhythm of the music and the placement of my heels. This time, I knew what to expect, and my steps felt more natural.

Still, I could feel Roman’s attention on me. It was ridiculous how aware I was of him, even with half my face hidden. I resisted the temptation to look directly at him and continued toward the end of the runway.

Then I reached the spot directly in front of his seat. I turned. The movement sent the scarf fluttering away from my face for a brief second, exposing enough of my features to make my heart leap.

Our eyes met. I couldn’t read his expression, but I felt the impact of his gaze all the way to my toes. Before I could lose my nerve, I spun back into position and continued walking. The scarf settled against my face again, concealing my blush as I disappeared backstage.