Marked By the Pureblood Alpha (Deanna and Luis) novel Chapter 147

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

**Chapter 147: Philip’s Threat**

**Deanna’s POV:**

As the first light of dawn filtered through the curtains, I found myself lying in bed, staring blankly at the ceiling above me. My mind was a whirlwind of memories, each one vivid and intoxicating, replaying last night’s events like a film on repeat.

Every moment lingered: the heat of his body against mine, the way his fingers danced over my skin, igniting sensations I had never known before. We had explored every corner of the apartment—on the couch, with its soft cushions; by the window, where the morning light spilled in; at the table, where laughter mingled with desire; even in the shower, where water cascaded over us like a cleansing rain.

With his tie, we had crafted a game of seduction; with wine, we had toasted to reckless abandon; with our mouths, we had shared secrets and whispers that felt like promises.

Suddenly, I sat up, the blanket sliding off to reveal the evidence of our passionate night—marks scattered across my skin, red and purple bruises that stood out starkly against my pale complexion. They felt like a brand, a testament to the wildness of our night together, and I couldn’t help but curse Luis under my breath for being such a relentless pervert.

That wolf had certainly enjoyed himself, leaving me adorned with proof of his madness, yet he had failed to agree to the terms I had laid out. Frustration bubbled within me. I snatched my phone from the nightstand, my fingers flying over the screen as I typed out a message.

“You promised me something last night. Are you going to keep your word or not?”

Just as I was about to hit send, the phone rang, jolting me from my thoughts. I glanced at the screen and answered, my heart racing.

“Stacey? What’s going on?”

“Ms. Deanna,” she said, her voice hurried and tense, “Luna’s been having chest pains for days. She wouldn’t let anyone tell you, but we all know she wants to see you. Maybe you should come by.”

A heavy silence enveloped me as I processed her words.

“She hasn’t been sleeping at night. The pack medic advised her to go to the hospital, but she refused.”

Kathryn’s coldness over the years had left deep scars in my heart, yet she was still my mother. Blood ties are not easily severed, no matter how hard one tries to ignore the pull.

“I’ll come by later today,” I replied softly, my voice barely above a whisper, and then I ended the call.

With a quick flick of my fingers, I sent Zelena a message, letting her know I’d be late to the office.

As I rose from the bed, a sharp pain coursed through my joints, as if my bones had been stretched and hastily reassembled. The lingering scent of cedar from Luis still clung to my skin, a haunting reminder of the wild memories we had created together.

Grinding my teeth in frustration, I cursed him again, but my movements were slow and deliberate, careful not to aggravate the marks he had left behind.

I rummaged through my closet, selecting a high-neck silk blouse to cover the bruises that marred my throat and body. After a quick wash-up, I climbed into my car and made my way toward the mansion, my thoughts swirling like the autumn leaves outside.

Upon arriving, the servants greeted me with nods and polite smiles. One of them began to ascend the stairs to announce my presence, but I quickly interjected.

“I’ll go up myself,” I said, offering a small nod.

As I reached the second floor, I lifted my hand to knock on the door, but I froze. The sound of raised voices pierced through the air, each word dripping with tension.

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