Marked By the Pureblood Alpha (Deanna and Luis) novel Chapter 216

**Chapter 216: The Night I Saw Him Again**

The doctor’s gaze fell upon me once more, and I could sense a shift in the atmosphere.

The warmth and kindness that had initially graced his features evaporated, replaced by an unmistakable look of shock and disbelief that sent a chill down my spine.

“Miss,” he began, his voice steady yet filled with weight, “our scanner indicates that you are carrying the offspring of a pureblood werewolf. The father of this child… he belongs to the Mooncrown Pack, doesn’t he? Such a bloodline is exceedingly rare. Are you absolutely certain that you don’t wish to keep it?”

My heart raced, and I felt the color drain from my face, leaving me as pale as a ghost. My legs trembled beneath me, as if the very ground had shifted.

The doctor’s expression morphed again, this time tinged with a hint of pity, as though he had already painted a picture of my life—a heartbroken Omega abandoned by a ruthless pureblood Alpha.

“If you… if you are contemplating terminating the pregnancy, you must make a decision swiftly,” he continued, his tone now more somber. “After three months, forcibly extracting a powerful werewolf fetus can inflict irreversible damage on both your Omega body and your wolf spirit.”

With that, he exited the room, leaving me in a whirlwind of confusion and dread. I swung my legs over the edge of the hospital bed and stood, the world around me spinning as I stumbled out into the glaring daylight outside.

The sun was blinding, its rays piercing through my thoughts, yet I felt an icy grip of fear wrap around my heart.

This child… it had arrived at the most inopportune moment, as if fate were playing a cruel joke on me.

Just then, my phone buzzed insistently in my bag, pulling me from my spiraling thoughts.

After a moment of fumbling, I retrieved it. The screen lit up with Violet’s name.

I answered, my voice barely above a whisper. “What’s going on?”

“Deanna, you need to get to my place. Now,” she urged, her tone urgent and clipped.

“What’s happening?” I asked, my mind racing.

“You’ll see when you arrive,” she replied, cutting off the conversation abruptly as she sent me a location pin.

With no other option, I hailed a taxi and relayed the address to the driver, my heart pounding in my chest.

The cab wound its way through the bustling streets until we arrived at Eirenora Hall, a building that shimmered with opulence, its gold trim glinting in the sunlight as if it were a jewel plucked from the earth.

This venue was renowned for hosting the most extravagant events, the very heart of elite Pack society.

Those who graced its halls were either dripping with wealth or power, or often, both—Alphas, Lunas, and celebrities of the highest order.

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