Marked By the Pureblood Alpha (Deanna and Luis) novel Chapter 133

**The Heart I Buried for You by Serene Lockwood**

**Chapter 133: Was It You?**

**Deanna’s POV:**

I pressed my lips together tightly, a silent storm brewing within me, and chose to remain quiet. The weight of her words hung in the air, thick and suffocating.

Sometimes, I found myself lost in the complexity of my relationship with Luis, a tangled web of emotions that I struggled to unravel.

“Don’t take it personally,” she said, her tone dripping with condescension. “Luis already has a proper fiancée. Since he’s never mentioned you, I assumed you were just another one of those women who adore him—just another fleeting affair.”

Her words sliced through me, sharp and merciless, like a dagger aimed directly at my heart. I felt a rush of pain, but I fought to maintain my composure, refusing to let her see the turmoil churning inside.

I straightened my back, determination coursing through my veins, and met her gaze with unwavering intensity.

“Miss, whatever relationship I have with him is none of your concern. You don’t need to define it for me,” I retorted, my voice steady despite the chaos within.

With that declaration, I turned on my heel and strode out of the penthouse, refusing to glance back, even as the weight of her stare bore into my back.

**Luis’s POV:**

The tinted windows of the Rolls-Royce cocooned me in a bubble of isolation, shutting out the cacophony of the outside world.

I settled into the plush leather seat, flipping through a folder filled with reports, my mind racing with thoughts I couldn’t quite grasp.

Aaron, my ever-dedicated right-hand man, sat in the front, his voice a steady stream as he relayed every minute detail about Peggie’s recent escapades.

As the car came to a halt in front of a two-story villa, a sense of foreboding washed over me. The moment the driver swung the door open, a foul stench assaulted my senses, a nauseating reminder of the chaos that awaited inside.

When Aaron unlocked the door, the sounds that spilled out were unmistakable—moans of pleasure mingled with shouts of dominance, echoing through the air like a twisted symphony.

“Ah! Arghhh! This is so good!”

“Peggie, you’re mine!”

“You belong to me. No one can take you from me!”

I frowned, a deep scowl forming on my face as I shot Aaron a cold, piercing look. My Alpha presence enveloped the space, a palpable force that demanded respect.

Aaron wiped the sweat from his forehead, clearly unsettled.

“Alpha, I-I’ll drag them out right now,” he stammered, eager to please.

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