Marked By the Pureblood Alpha (Deanna and Luis) novel Chapter 158

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

**Deanna’s POV:**

As dawn’s gentle light began to filter through the slats of the blinds, the throbbing in my head felt as if a thousand tiny needles were relentlessly jabbing at my temples. It was a sensation I had come to recognize all too well.

Suddenly, the shrill sound of my phone alarm pierced through the fog of my consciousness. With my eyes still tightly shut, I instinctively reached for the nightstand, but instead of the cool surface of the wood, my fingers brushed against warm, supple skin.

Before I could fully process this unexpected warmth, a strong arm reached across me, deftly silencing the alarm with a practiced flick.

It took a moment for reality to settle in. Slowly, I peeled my eyes open, blinking against the light.

As my gaze traveled upward, I found myself staring at Luis’s striking jawline, sharply defined and utterly captivating.

His eyes were closed, long lashes casting delicate shadows against his cheekbones, his profile a picture of serene beauty, as it always was.

And there I was, clinging to his bare, muscled chest as if it were a lifeline!

That realization jolted me awake in an instant. I shot up, heart racing.

The events of the previous night were a haze, a blurry montage of laughter, drinks, and a spiraling sense of freedom. But the details? Those were lost to me, shrouded in mystery.

“What… you… how did this happen?” I stammered, still grappling with the confusion swirling in my mind.

Luis, still caught in the remnants of sleep, rolled over onto his stomach, pulling the covers closer around him as if shielding himself from the world.

His back muscles rippled smoothly as he shifted, the waistband of his gray sweatpants slipping down just a fraction, revealing more of his toned physique. He looked far too relaxed, and undeniably attractive.

I nudged his arm, my voice a mix of curiosity and urgency. “Hey, why are you here?”

With a hint of annoyance, he mumbled, “This is my place.”

A wave of anxiety washed over me. “Did you do anything to me?”

Luis cracked open one eye, a playful smirk dancing on his lips. “You think I’m that desperate?”

He flipped over, revealing tiny red scratches decorating his chest and arms, resembling the playful marks of a cat.

“But you did remind me, Deanna, where is your self-control when you drink?”

Guilt surged within me, tightening my chest. I stiffened, my voice defensive as I replied, “I completely blacked out!”

Cautiously, I ventured, “Did I say anything embarrassing yesterday?”

Luis chuckled, a teasing glint in his eyes. “You’ll have to ask yourself that.”

I was utterly wasted. How on earth was I supposed to know what I had said?

Whatever. Forget it.

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