Marked By the Pureblood Alpha (Deanna and Luis) novel Chapter 227

**Chapter 227: I Want Payback**

**Deanna’s POV:**

In my relentless pursuit of control over my own life, I had meticulously chosen one of the city’s most reputable private hospitals, scheduling an abortion appointment well in advance. The date was not random; it was strategically selected to coincide with Violet’s wrap-up from the film set. I had hoped that on that busy day, the world around me would be too preoccupied to notice the storm brewing within me.

But as the day loomed closer, an unsettling realization took hold—I was far less resilient than I had convinced myself I was. The mere thought of stepping into that cold, clinical operating room, stripped of warmth and comfort, sent shivers down my spine. I yearned for the presence of someone, anyone, who could offer a shred of support during this daunting moment.

To fend off the whirlwind of conflicting emotions threatening to engulf me, I buried myself in my work. Days morphed into a blur of meetings and negotiations, each moment spent desperately trying to fend off the gnawing anxiety that lurked just beneath the surface.

Then came the Wolfpack Trade Union’s networking event, a gathering that filled me with both excitement and trepidation.

All the major packs and companies responsible for the continent’s shopping malls had been invited, a testament to the power and influence of the Wolfpack Trade Union. These were the titans of retail, managing everything from high-end luxury boutiques to sprawling multipurpose malls. The atmosphere buzzed with potential, yet beneath that vibrant exterior, fierce competition simmered just below the surface.

The Mistbane Pack, which I had inherited, specialized in multipurpose malls but lacked the prestige of luxury brands, relegating us to a middle-tier status in Nordvale. Ever since I took the reins of the Mistbane Group, I had envisioned transforming our business model, elevating our standing in the market.

Yet, restructuring required more than just vision; it demanded substantial funding and skilled talent—resources that, at the moment, felt tantalizingly out of reach. I had envisioned the Moonline Expansion Project as our springboard into larger international endeavors, but my reluctance to accept further investments from the Mooncrown Pack had left those plans in limbo. For now, I had to focus on domestic transformation, hoping to build a more robust foundation.

As I sat among the audience, listening intently to various entrepreneurs share their stories and insights on stage, a sudden commotion shattered the air.

“Deanna! I am the rightful heir of Mistbane Pack! What gives you the right to represent me at this event?”

The unmistakable voice of Desmond sliced through the crowd like a razor. I turned, startled, to see him standing defiantly, brandishing a bright red banner that screamed, “Deanna Wiley of Mistbane Pack took over the Mistbane Group by illegal means.”

**Desmond’s POV:**

Ever since Deanna had unceremoniously ejected me from M Group, my life had spiraled into chaos. My family was forced to relocate to a remote part of town, grappling with financial instability as we faced the repercussions of her ruthless ambition.

Having been dragged down to this level by her actions, I was determined to ensure that she wouldn’t find comfort or success. If the Mistbane Group were to be expelled from the Wolfpack Trade Union, it would deliver a catastrophic blow that would strip our malls of their status, pushing them into irrelevance. While this would undoubtedly harm the Mistbane Pack, I found myself indifferent to the fallout. All I craved was revenge—immediate and satisfying.

**Deanna’s POV:**

My expression darkened as I turned to my assistant, Kylie. “Call the wolf guards,” I instructed, my voice steady despite the turmoil raging within me. Kylie bolted from the room, leaving me to face Desmond, who was now perched atop a table, his face contorted with rage and desperation.

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