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

Ch. He Marked Another Luna, So She Slept With His Alpha Brother 97 He Marked Another Luna, So She Slept With His Alpha Brother 97

Chapter 97

Camila’s POV Post)

Julian was still on the floor, glaring at Roman as though he were memorizing every humiliation for future revenge. Honestly, the man had overstayed his welcome.

“Julian, are you planning to spend the rest of the evening down there?” I asked. “Or are you waiting for Roman and me to give you a private show?”

Before he could answer, I slipped my arm around Roman’s waist and planted a quick kiss on his cheek

Roman turned his head toward me, surprise flickering across his face before that familiar, infuriating mirk appeared. I ignored it. He had kissed me before. Returning a little affection wasn’t going to kill me. Besides, Julian’s expression was worth every second of pretending I wasn’t acutely aware of the man beside me.

“Get out of my sight,” Julian snarled.

“Funny. I was about to tell you the same thing.”

“I’m not leaving.” His gaze darted between Roman and me. “Camila, if you can be with him, why can’t you be

with me?”

I stared at him. Had he suffered a head injury while Roman was knocking sense into him? Then he said something that nearly made me lose my dinner.

“I don’t care that you and Roman are fucking. We could all be together, I’ll keep seeing you behind Vivienne’s back, and you can do whatever you want with him. That way, we’re even.”

For several seconds, I couldn’t speak. The sheer depravity of the suggestion made my stomach turn. I’d rather walk barefoot through a filthy gutter than entertain the idea of sharing anything with Julian again.

“Are you fucking serious?” I finally demanded.”

“I still love you.”

“Then take that diseased version of love and shove it where the sun doesn’t shine.”

Roman made a quiet sound beside me. It might have been a cough. It might have been laughter. With him, I

could never tell.

I turned to him, deliberately brightening my expression. “Come on, darling. We’ve wasted enough time on this piece of rubbish. Let’s leave and enjoy the rest of our evening.”

His eyebrows lifted at darling, but he played along beautifully..

“Of course, sweetheart.”

I nearly choked at the ease with which he said it. Then, just to make sure Julian understood exactly how little his opinion mattered to me, I leaned closer to Roman. “And about that outfit comment earlier? You can help me out of it when we get home.”

Roman’s smirk deepened. “Gladly.”

Julian looked as though someone had poured boiling oil over his head. Perfect. I hooked my arm through Roman’s and guided him toward the door, keeping my expression serene even though every second spent pretending to be affectionate with him was making my nerves misbehave.

Behind us, Julian shouted my name. Neither of us looked back.

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The moment we stepped into the corridor and the dressing–room door closed behind us, I tried to slip my arm free.

Roman tightened his hold. “Already abandoning me?” he asked. “You were practically making promises in there. Now you’re ready to disappear?”

I gave him a weary look. “Thank you for helping me deal with Julian. I mean that. But the performances over. You can go back to your evening, and I’ll head home.”

“I see.” He drew me a little closer. “So you get to kiss my cheek, call me darling, promise to let me undress you, and then dismiss me like an employee whose shift has ended?”

I stared at him. “When you put it that way, it sounds terrible.”

“Because it is.”

“Roman, I was trying to get under Julian’s skin.”

“And you succeeded.” His eyes gleamed. “Unfortunately, you also managed to get under mine.”

My heart gave an inconvenient little jump. I immediately blamed the heels. They were clearly affecting my circulation and, apparently, my judgment. “Forget what I said about the outfit,” I muttered. “I was talking

nonsense. You know that.”

“What if I don’t?”

I looked up at him, suspicious now. “What exactly are you suggesting?”

“I’m suggesting that you made a rather interesting offer, Camila. And I’m not known for ignoring interesting offers.”

I tried to pull away again. He drew me back before I could take two steps. “Too late, little sis–in–law.”

“Oh, don’t start with that nickname again.”

“Why? You seemed comfortable with the family arrangement when you were threatening to seduce my father.”

I closed my eyes briefly. I was going to regret every word I’d spoken in that dressing room.

“Let me go, Roman.”

“After I get you home.”

“I can get myself home.”

“I’m sure you can.” His expression turned maddeningly smug. “But after the evening you’ve had, I’m not letting

you disappear into the night just because you’ve suddenly remembered how to be sensible.”

Before I could come up with a suitably cutting reply, he guided me toward the waiting car.

“Roman, I’m perfectly capable of walking.”

“And I’m perfectly capable of carrying you if you decide to make this difficult.”

I shot him a warning look. He smiled as though I’d complimented him.

The driver opened the door. Roman ushered me inside and slid in beside me before I could reconsider my escape plan.

“Drive,” he ordered. The car pulled away.

I sat back, exhaled slowly, and reached for my phone. I opened my messages and typed to Anabela. I’m

heading home. ‘Don’t stay too late, and let me know when you get back safely.‘ After sending it, I put my phone

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away and turned toward the window.

The moment we arrived at our apartment complex, I hurried toward the elevator, eager to get to my apartment before Roman could think of another way to complicate my evening..

Inside the elevator, I pressed the button for Roman’s floor and gave him a cheeky smile. “There. I’ve brought you home safely. You’re welcome.”

He didn’t respond. He only stared at me with those intense eyes, leaving me wondering what was go on inside that infuriating Alpha’s head.

I ignored him and waited for the elevator to reach my floor.

When the doors opened, I stepped out, expecting him to continue to his own apartment. Instead, Roman followed me into the hallway.

I had barely taken a step when he caught me off guard, pressing me against the wall. His tall frame towered over mine, and before I could demand an explanation, he lowered his head and captured my lips

“Roman, wait

me finish.

oment my lips parted, he deepened the kiss, as though he’d been holding himself back for far too long d had finally decided he’d had enough. Our previous attempts at getting close had always ended in interruptions. This time, he kissed me with reckless urgency, leaving me struggling to remember why I’d been so determined to escape him.

His Alpha scent surrounded me, and the low rumble in his chest sent a flutter through my stomach. My knees weakened beneath me, much to my annoyance. I couldn’t tell whether it was the effect of his kiss or the

unmistakable exhaustion from the runway show.

When Roman finally drew back, I was breathless. “Your apartment or mine?” he asked.

My eyes flew open. What kind of question was that? I hadn’t agreed to go anywhere with him! “I’m going to my apartment,” I said, trying to sound firm despite my unsteady breathing. “Don’t follow me.”

Roman glanced toward my door. It was right there, only a few steps away. If he wanted to enter, all he had to do was turn around and open it. The warm lights overhead illuminated my face, and I caught the way his gaze lingered on me. His jaw tightened slightly, as if he were struggling to rein in his desire.