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

Ch. He Marked Another Luna, So She Slept With His Alpha Brother 95 He Marked Another Luna, So She Slept With His Alpha Brother 95

Chapter 95

Roman’s POV Post

“Camila, I know you’re in there. I’m coming in!”

Julian’s impatient voice came from the other side of the door.

I glanced at Camila. She was still standing close to me, her silk scarf hanging loosely from my fingers. door wasn’t locked. Julian only needed to turn the handle, and judging by the sound that followed, he was already doing exactly that.

I quickly wrapped an arm around Camila’s waist, I pulled her against me and swept the scarf away/from he face. Before she could protest, I lowered my mouth to hers. Her eyes widened in shock.

Then the door opened.

I felt Julian stopped dead. I kept Camila tucked against me, making no effort to hide what he was seeing. His mouth fell open, and for once, the bastard appeared to have lost every word in his vocabulary.

I broke the kiss and looked straight at him.

“Enjoying the show, Julian? Or is barging into women’s dressing rooms your new hobby?”

“You two…” His gaze bounced between us, disbelief twisting his face. “What the fuck is going on here?”

“Can’t you see?” I asked coolly. “Or do you need someone to draw you a picture?”

His expression turned murderous. “Roman, let her go!”

I glanced at Camila before looking back at him. “Funny. I don’t remember her asking you for permission to be

here.”

Julian charged at me. Predictable. I shifted Camila aside and drove my fist into his face. He staggered, nearly losing his balance, but his anger wouldn’t let him accept the warning. He came at me again, and I sent him crashing to the floor with another punch.

“Fucking hell!” he roared, scrambling up.

Before he could make another attempt, Camila stepped forward.

“Julian, have you completely lost your mind? What the hell is wrong with you?”

He rounded on her, his face contorted with rage. “What’s wrong with me? You’re the one wrapped around another man’s body! Have you become so fucking desperate that you can’t keep your legs closed? Tell me, Camila, were you already spreading your legs for Roman while we were still together? Is that why you dumped me? You two were fucking behind my back, weren’t you?”

The filth pouring from his mouth made my hands curl into fists.

But Camila moved first. SMACK! Her palm connected with his cheek so hard his head snapped sideways.

“Watch your fucking mouth!” she hissed. “You don’t get to stand there and call me a slut because you can’t accept that I’m done with you. You’re married, Julian! Go torment your wife instead of making a fool of yourself in front of me.”

He touched his cheek, staring at her as though he’d never imagined she could strike him. I wasn’t about to let him recover his dignity. A sharp kick behind his knee sent him straight back to the floor, right at Camila’s feet.

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“Here’s a piece of advice,” I said, looking down at him. “If you’ve got a problem with me, bring it to me. But the moment you start throwing filthy accusations at a woman because your fragile ego can’t handle rejection, You’ve already shown everyone what a pathetic little prick you are.”

Juhan glared up at me, breathing hard. Camila reached for a glass of water on the makeup table. Before he could get another word out, she tipped it over his head. He sputtered, water streaming down his face and soaking the front of his shirt.

“Since your mouth is full of shit, I thought you might need a rinse,” she said, setting the empty glass down “Although, considering the rubbish coming out of your head, perhaps you need something stronger.

I almost laughed. Julian looked as though he wanted the floor to swallow him whole. Unfortunately for him his humiliation wasn’t over.

“You fucking bitch!” he spat. “You two can stand there pretending I’m the problem, but you’re the ones screwing around behind my back!”

I planted my shoe against his leg when he tried to rise, pressing him back down. “Still running your mouth?” asked. “You really are too stupid to know when you’ve lost.”

His fists clenched against the floor. I’d lost count of how many times Julian had ended up on his knees in front of me, yet he never seemed to learn.

Camila folded her arms, looking down at him with pure disgust.

“Get out of my sight, Julian. Whatever I do with my life is none of your fucking business.”

For once, he had no immediate comeback. Only that murderous stare, as if he wanted to burn us both alive.

Then footsteps sounded outside. Someone was approaching the dressing room.

Camila’s POV

The pounding on the door cut through the tension in the dressing room. “Anyone in there?”

Before I could answer, another voice called out, followed by several others. “Excuse me! We’re from M Fashion. We just watched your runway walk, and you were absolutely stunning. Could we have a moment of your time?”

“We’re with S. Fashion. We’d love to discuss an opportunity with you, too.”

“I’m a scout from W Entertainment. Have you signed with an agency yet? If not, we’d love to represent you. With the right backing, you could become a major star.”

I stared at the door, momentarily forgetting the two men in the room–or rather, the Alpha who had Julian on his knees and my former mate, who looked ready to murder someone.

Apparently, my little runway performance had attracted more attention than I’d anticipated.

“I need to see who’s outside,” I said, slipping away from Roman before he could make another provocative

remark.

Julian attempted to get up, but Roman’s foot remained firmly against his leg. “Stay there,” Roman told him casually. The sheer audacity of his tone almost made me laugh.

I opened the door. Three men stood outside, their expressions bright with anticipation. Two carried business cards, while the third wore the unmistakable look of someone who had just discovered a potentially lucrative investment. Their enthusiasm lasted exactly two seconds.

They looked behind me and noticed I had company in the dressing room. The first man’s gaze dropped to Julian, who was still struggling against Roman’s restraint. Then he looked at Roman, standing beside the

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makeup table with the composure of a man who had never once worried about the consequences of his actions.

three men went quiet.

“Is everything all right here?” one of them asked cautiously.

“Perfectly fine,” I replied, stepping aside. “As you can see, I’m a little occupied at the moment.”

Their eyes returned to Julian. One of them frowned. “Wait a minute. Isn’t that the illegitimate son of former Alpha Gregory Blackwell? The one who was brought into the Blackwell family?”

“I think you’re right,” another whispered, though not nearly quietly enough. “I heard his mother was his father’s mistress for years.”

The third man glanced between Julian and Roman. “But why is he kneeling in front of Alpha Blackwell And what exactly did he do?”

Julian’s face turned a furious shade of red. Every word had reached him. I folded my arms, watching his humiliation unfold with an uncomfortable amount of satisfaction. Roman, naturally, looked as if he were enjoying a private comedy show.