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

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Chapter 94

Camila’s POV Post

“Camila!”

Anabela practically bounced toward me, her phone in hand. “You are my lucky charm! Do you know what just happened?” I shook my head, still trying to slow my heartbeat. “My messages have been blowing upt Orders are coming in, and some major brands that wouldn’t even respond to my emails are asking to collaborate. Look!”

She thrust her phone toward me, showing me the video she’d recorded.

On the screen, I looked nothing like the nervous woman who had nearly panicked before her first walk. The dress floated around me, my hair moved with every turn, and the scarf gave the entire look an almost magical quality.

For a moment, I barely recognized myself. “Wow,” I breathed.

“Exactly!” Anabela beamed. “You made my designs look even better than I imagined.”

I was simply relieved I hadn’t embarrassed her. “I’m glad it went well, Bella, but I need to change before I collapse from exhaustion.”

“Go ahead. A few designers want to speak with me, so I’ll catch up with you later.”

I nodded and headed for the dressing room. When I stepped inside, I found it empty. The other models had already changed or were still elsewhere in the venue. Either way, I was grateful for the privacy.

I closed the door and approached the mirror, ready to get out of the dress.

The zipper at the back refused to budge. I reached behind me and tugged gently. Nothing. I tried again, twisting my arm into an uncomfortable angle, but the zipper remained stubbornly stuck.

“Oh, come on,” I muttered.

My hair might have caught in it. I couldn’t see properly, and I certainly couldn’t reach far enough to check.A knock sounded at the door.

“Come in!” I called, still struggling with the zipper.

The door opened. Assuming it was Anabela or one of the female crew members, I turned my back toward the entrance. “Thank goodness. Could you help me with this? I think my hair might be caught in the zipper. I can’t get it down.”

I gathered my hair over one shoulder and waited. For a moment, there was no response.

Roman’s POV

The moment Camila stepped onto the runway in her flowing blue gown, I forgot about the cancelled dinner.

I’d never attended a fashion show before, and I was beginning to understand why people came. At least, I understood why I was here.

Camila looked stunning.

She moved with surprising grace, her long legs exposed by the dress’s thigh–high slit. When she reached the end of the runway and struck a pose, I found myself leaning forward. Then our eyes met. For a split second,

she froze.

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The surprise in her eyes was priceless. I fought back a smile as she quickly looked away and continued walking, her cheeks turning pink beneath the lights.

When she disappeared backstage, I settled back in my seat, already looking forward to her next appearance. And I wasn’t disappointed.

Camila returned in a short blue dress, its starry bodice shimmering beneath the lights. Her hair now fell in loose waves, while a silk scarf concealed the lower half of her face.

I raised an eyebrow. What was she hiding? She walked confidently toward the end of the runway. When she turned directly in front of me, the scarf fluttered, revealing her face for barely a second.

Our eyes met again. This time, I felt a distinct jolt in my chest.

I watched her disappear backstage, a smile tugging at my lips.

Coming here had been worth it. When I rose from my seat and headed toward the backstage entrance. model passing by recognized me immediately and stopped.

“Alpha Blackwell, may I help you?”

“I’m looking for Camila.”

“Certainly, Alpha. Please follow me.” She led me down a corridor and stopped outside a door before bowing respectfully.

“This is the models‘ dressing room. I saw her stepped inside there moments ago.”

I thanked her and knocked once. “Come in!” a familiar voice called.

I opened the door. Camila stood with her back to me, her long hair swept over one shoulder, exposing her bare back as she struggled with the zipper of her dress. I stopped for a moment. She hadn’t noticed me.

“Could you check if my hair is caught in the zipper?” she asked. “I can’t get it down.”

I stepped closer and reached for the zipper. One firm tug–and the fragile fastening snapped, leaving the zipper pull in my hand.

“Oops. My bad.”

Camila froze at the sound of my voice. Slowly, she turned her head. Her startled eyes met mine in the mirror. “Roman? What are you doing here?”

“Helping you apparently.”

“Why is it you?”

I couldn’t help smiling at her bewilderment. “Why shouldn’t it be me?”

She stared at me, clearly struggling to process my presence. The silk scarf still covered the lower half of her face, but her eyes gave away her surprise.

“You practically leaned into me,” I teased. “Not that I’m complaining. And you were amazing out there tonight.”

“I didn’t know it was you!”

“Obviously.”

My gaze settled on the scarf. It gave her an air of mystery, but I wanted to see the face beneath it. Those expressive eyes were already doing enough damage.

I lifted my hand and brushed my fingers against the silk, catching its edge between them.

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Camila went still. I wondered if her cheeks were as pink as I’d imagined. And those lips–were they as red as they looked beneath the thin shadow of the scarf? I was tempted to find out.

Camila turned her face away the moment my fingers brushed her scarf. “Roman, this is the dressing room Someone could walk in at any moment. What if-”

“What if someone walks in?” I interrupted, stepping closer. “Unless you’re worried they’ll catch you doing something with me?”

Her eyes widened above the scarf. “Don’t be ridiculous!” She retreated as I advanced, until her back menthe makeup table. With nowhere else to go, she pressed a hand against my chest.

“Don’t come any closer!” She turned her face aside. “You’re reading too much into this. I don’t want anything from you. Just leave before someone comes in.”

I glanced at the door, then back at her. “Relax. Your best friend is probably drowning in orders right now And the other models?” I shrugged. “With all the admirers out there, I doubt they’ll be returning anytime soon.

“Stop talking nonsense. Not everyone is as perverted as you.”

My amusement faded. “Perverted?” I repeated, lowering my voice.

“I’ve barely touched you, and you’re already accusing me. Perhaps I should give you a real reason to complain.”

Before she could respond, I leaned in, aiming for her lips. She turned her face away at the last second, and my lips brushed her cheek through the silk scarf. I stopped.

Camila turned to stare at me, her eyes blazing. “I’m not your woman, Roman,” she snapped. “If you have needs, find someone else. Leave me out of it.”

The words landed harder than I expected. I straightened, studying her face. Whatever this was between us, she seemed determined to pretend it meant nothing. “You want me to find another woman?”

A cold laugh escaped me. “Interesting. Is that how you operate, Camila? Men are interchangeable?”

My wolf growled. “What about that little boy toy of yours? Is he keeping you satisfied?”

Her eyes narrowed. “My personal life has nothing to do with you. Don’t concern yourself with it.”

“Nothing to do with me?” I took a step back, my jaw tightening. So she could spend time with another man and expect me not to care, while I was supposed to stand aside and play the fool?