Marked By the Pureblood Alpha (Deanna and Luis) novel Chapter 212

**The Heart I Buried for You by Serene Lockwood**
**Chapter 212: Wrong Idea**

Deanna’s POV:

Luis guided me into an exclusive VIP room, the kind that felt both luxurious and suffocating.

His hand, warm and reassuring where it enveloped mine, contrasted sharply with the chill that seemed to emanate from him. The cedar scent that usually brought me comfort now felt like a cold wind, a stark reminder of the tension in the air. There was a noticeable absence of his usual tenderness, replaced by an unsettling hardness that made my heart race with uncertainty.

“Please examine her,” he instructed the female doctor who stood waiting a few feet away. His voice was flat, almost devoid of emotion, and it sent a shiver down my spine.

I instinctively wrapped my arms around myself, shaking my head in protest. “I’m not hurt. Really, it’s fine,” I murmured, my voice barely above a whisper, hoping to ease the tension.

“Or do you want me to do it?” the doctor suggested, her tone neutral but firm.

Luis’s voice dropped even lower, a calmness that felt ominous. It was darker than I had ever heard it, a tone that hinted at the storm brewing beneath the surface. After spending so much time with him, I could sense the shift in his mood, like a dark cloud rolling in before a thunderstorm.

With a heavy sigh, I let my arms fall to my sides, surrendering to the inevitable.

The doctor pulled the privacy curtain closed, creating a small cocoon of safety around us. She began her examination, her hands moving expertly as she assessed my injuries from head to toe. When she finally opened the curtain again, her expression was serious.

“There are burn marks from silver on her arms and thighs,” she reported, her voice steady. “And some scrapes. She needs a special ointment.”

I settled obediently onto the bed, feeling the coolness of the sheets beneath me as I allowed the doctor to work. She applied iodine with precision, her touch gentle yet firm. When the iodine made contact with an open cut, a sharp sting shot through me, and I couldn’t suppress a small gasp of pain.

Luis’s gaze flickered to me, his expression unreadable. He spun a cigarette between his fingers, contemplating it for a moment before returning it to the pack. Then, with an air of finality, he spoke.

“Get out. I’ll do it,” he commanded, his tone leaving no room for argument.

The nurse hesitated for a heartbeat before stepping aside and exiting the room, closing the door behind her with a soft click.

Luis took the ointment from the doctor, his eyes lingering on my arm for a long, contemplative moment. He dipped a cotton swab into the medicine, and when he touched the burn, his hand was surprisingly gentle, as if he were afraid of hurting me further. His breathing was quieter than usual, almost as if he were trying to contain an emotion that threatened to spill over.

I met his gaze, the dim hospital lights casting shadows across his face. His long lashes obscured some of the feelings swirling within him, but the tension in his jaw was unmistakable, a clear sign of his inner turmoil.

When he finished applying the ointment, he tossed the used swab into the trash with a practiced nonchalance, yet his eyes remained fixed on me, searching for something.

“You should go home for now,” he finally said, his voice carrying an authoritative edge that sent a pang of defiance through me.

I pressed my lips together, the image of blood staining Jake’s chest flashing in my mind. He had taken a knife for me, a silver blade that could inflict unimaginable pain on werewolves.

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