Marked By the Pureblood Alpha (Deanna and Luis) novel Chapter 130

Chapter 130: What Are You Afraid Of?

Deanna’s Perspective:

I lifted my chin defiantly, refusing to back down. “Violet really needs me right now. I should stay with her,” I said firmly.

Luis’s gaze sharpened, his eyes narrowing with unmistakable intensity. “I’m not going to repeat myself,” he warned.

I lowered my head in silence, unwilling to argue further.

He remained standing just outside the car window, motionless, his eyes locked onto mine with unwavering focus.

Suddenly, the blaring sound of car horns erupted behind us, growing louder and more impatient by the second.

Our vehicles were blocking the exit of the underground parking garage.

Violet leaned close, her breath warm against my ear. “Babe, I wish I could back you up, but I’m in the middle of filming a horror movie. The director’s made it clear I need to stay out of the spotlight. Please don’t make me end up on the news. Just go with him, okay?”

I let out a helpless sigh and pushed the car door open.

Luis slid into the driver’s seat and started the engine with ease, steering us toward Crestwood Park—the most prestigious and secure neighborhood in the downtown area.

At the gate, the guards recognized his license plate immediately. Their expressions softened into respectful nods. They didn’t even bother to check further; the barrier lifted smoothly, and we were waved through without a word.

The sleek sports car glided past rows of opulent mansions before stopping at its assigned private parking spot.

I’d never been here before.

But I knew Crestwood Park wasn’t just about wealth—it was exclusive to the highest echelon. Even the rich had a hard time securing property here.

Only the alphas of the top packs owned homes in this elite neighborhood.

Packs like Mistbane were nowhere near this level.

Still seated in the passenger seat, I was lost in thought when the door opened from outside.

Luis stood there, one hand casually tucked into his pocket. The subtle scent of cedar wafted over me.

“Ms. Wiley,” he said smoothly, tilting his head slightly, “would you like me to carry you upstairs?” His amber eyes reflected my face, calm yet intense. The weight of his Alpha presence wasn’t overwhelming, but it was enough to send a shiver down my spine.

Frowning, I stepped out of the car and followed him into a private elevator that whisked us straight to the 66th-floor penthouse. One floor, one unit—yet the building boasted six elevators.

The luxury inside was beyond anything I could have imagined.

When the elevator doors slid open, I was taken aback by the warmth of the interior—it wasn’t the cold, sterile space I had expected.

Massive floor-to-ceiling windows wrapped around the entire living room, flooding it with natural light. Outside, a long rectangular pool stretched across the balcony.

A cream-colored sofa anchored the center of the room. The open kitchen, done in soft shades of gray and white, gave the space a cozy yet elegant feeling.

Luis tossed his keys and access card onto the kitchen counter, then moved straight to the fridge to grab a bottle of water.

Tilting his head back, he drank the entire bottle in one smooth motion. His Adam’s apple bobbed as he swallowed, the low, husky sound echoing softly in the quiet, dimly lit room—carrying a hint of something intimate.

When he finished, he tossed the empty bottle into the kitchen trash can with a perfect arc.

Then he turned, his eyes locking onto mine with a sharp, searching intensity.

“Deanna,” he said slowly, “why don’t you want to live with me?”

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