Marked By the Pureblood Alpha (Deanna and Luis) novel Chapter 194

**Chapter 194: The Storm Inside Eaton**

**Deanna’s POV:**

As I listened to Kathryn’s fractured and trembling words, the pieces of the puzzle began to align in my mind, revealing a heartbreaking truth that I had been oblivious to for far too long.

It turned out that during our last encounter, Philip had sought my assistance in establishing a connection with Luis. I had flatly refused him, a decision that had ignited a fury within Philip that I could never have anticipated. The fallout from my refusal was catastrophic, and it all landed squarely on Kathryn’s shoulders. In a twisted display of power, he even had the audacity to bring his mistress into the Mistbane Pack’s territory, a violation that sent shockwaves through our already strained dynamics.

Kathryn, who had always been the epitome of strength, could not bear the humiliation. In a moment of desperation, she confronted the other woman, her rage palpable. The mistress, emboldened by Philip’s favor, had no regard for Kathryn’s feelings. With a smirk plastered on her face, she carelessly declared that Desmond was her biological son, a claim that sliced through Kathryn like a knife.

The very air in the room thickened with tension as Kathryn struggled to accept this deceit. She had someone investigate the truth, and when the damning results arrived, she confronted Philip, her heart shattered and her spirit crushed. But Philip, cold and unyielding, had no intention of mending what was broken. He demanded that their bond be severed, even attempting to cast her out as if she were nothing more than a nuisance.

Although my ties to the Mistbane Pack had frayed beyond repair, the revelations about Philip’s disgraceful conduct ignited a firestorm of anger within me. I could see Kathryn becoming increasingly distraught as she recounted her tale. Tears cascaded down her cheeks, and in a moment of utter despair, she attempted to crawl off the bed, her body trembling as she reached out for my forgiveness, as if it could somehow heal her wounds.

But the situation escalated further when she seized a sharp object from the room, her intentions dark and desperate. Just then, a pack medic, alerted by the commotion, burst through the door and swiftly sedated her, a necessary intervention that brought a momentary calm to the chaos.

I instructed the medic to ensure she was well cared for before I slowly made my way out of the bedroom. As I lingered in the doorway, my heart ached at the sight of Kathryn lying there, her expression devoid of life and hope. A storm of emotions swirled within me—confusion, anger, and an overwhelming sense of helplessness.

At that moment, Desmond chose to make his entrance, his presence a stark reminder of the turmoil we were engulfed in. He peered into the bedroom, a sneer curling his lips as he remarked, “What bad luck. Because Kathryn raised me, I’ll let this slide for a few days. She’s made enough of a scene. Take your mother away. If she wants to die, let her do it somewhere else. Not here.”

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