Marked By the Pureblood Alpha (Deanna and Luis) novel Chapter 17

Chapter 17 Even If He’s Dying, I’ll Just Call 911

Terence’s POV:

I couldn’t be bothered to argue with Robert.

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Someday, when he crashed and burned because of some she–werewolf, I’d see how smug he sounded then.

I glanced at Jake and cautiously asked, “Do you want me to call Deanna for you?”

He just kept drinking in silence.

That was as good as a yes.

Honestly, I’d always liked Deanna a lot more than Peggie. Over the years, I’d seen clearly how much she had done for Jake. But every time Peggie played the delicate little damsel and clung to him, he never pushed her away. I had no idea why.

I guessed five years of Deanna’s unconditional love had spoiled him rotten.

Jake did love her–probably more than he even realized. But his pride as an Alpha kept him from ever admitting it.

I picked up my phone and dialed Deanna’s number.

“Hello?”

Her sweet voice came through the line.

Jake stopped drinking, his glass suspended in the air as he looked up at me.

I cleared my throat. “Deanna, uh… Jake’s had a bit too much to drink. Can you come pick him up?”

Silence on the other end.

After a long pause, she finally spoke. “I’m busy. Call his beta, Axel. Or Peggie. I’m sure she’d be thrilled to come.”

Jake’s face darkened instantly.

Awkward, I forced myself to continue. “He drank himself into a headache. He needs you to take him home. You might even be able to ease it with your mind power.”

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“Oh, I see how it is. When he’s sick and miserable, he gets thrown at me. When he’s perfectly fine, he’s all Peggie’s. I must be dirt cheap in your eyes,” she said coldly.

“I bet Jake’s right there with you. Tell him this for me: we’re done. Even if he’s dying, I’ll just

call 911.”

With that, she hung up without a shred of mercy.

I looked up and cast a sidelong glance at Jake.

His eyes were icy and razor–sharp, like he was barely holding his anger in check.

“D*mn it!” Robert snapped. “Does that Omega even know what she’s saying? Breaking up with Jake? He was already doing her a favor by dating her! Who the hell does she think she is?”

Then he turned to Jake. “Jake, don’t bother with her. If she’s not on her knees begging for forgiveness, just drop her. Let’s see how much she regrets it then!”

“Robert.” Jake’s voice cracked like a whip. “Shut your mouth. No one asked you.”

“Jake, I’m just looking out for you—”

Jake suddenly lurched to his feet, swaying for a heartbeat before steadying himself. “If you want to do me a favor, then shut up.”

I wanted to say something, but the fury radiating off him made me hold my tongue.

Deep down, I had a bad feeling–Deanna’s breakup wasn’t a bluff this time.

In the end, Jake’s own pride had driven her away.

The thought left me staring at him with a flicker of sympathy.

Deanna’s POV:

I had a great night’s sleep and woke up feeling refreshed.

I put extra care into my makeup, making sure it was flawless, and slipped into a nude silk blouse paired with a simple gray pencil skirt. Once everything was in place, I headed to work.

After returning to the Mistbane Pack, Grandma insisted I join the family business. She wanted me to rebuild my connection with the pack.

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When I first joined the company, I kept my identity a secret. Step by step, I relied solely on my own ability to earn my current position as brand manager.

The moment I arrived at the office, I went straight to my desk. My assistant, Kylie, was waiting outside my door.

“Ms. Wiley, Alpha wants to see you,” she said.

I nodded.

Mistbane Pack specialized in running large shopping complexes. The first seven floors of our headquarters were the mall, while the upper levels housed the offices. The chairman’s office was on the top floor–the 27th.

I made my way to Philip’s office and knocked.

“Come in,” came his deep, commanding voice.

I pushed the door open.

Philip was sitting behind a marble desk in a chair carved with intricate wolf patterns. Sunlight glinted off the Moon Wolf totem hanging on the wall.

He glanced at me and tossed a file onto the desk.

“Mistbane Pack’s Moonline Expansion Project only got two billion approved from the bank,” he said. “We’re still short four billion. Go talk to Jake and see if he can help. Once we break into the new market, we’ll pay the Olsendreich Pack back.”

I picked up the file and skimmed through it.

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