Marked By the Pureblood Alpha (Deanna and Luis) novel Chapter 246

**Chapter 246: The Moment She Shines**

**Kathryn’s POV:**

As the sun hung low in the sky, casting long shadows across the landscape, I found myself making the journey to the Alpha estate of the Mooncrown Pack. Deanna was at work, and I seized this opportunity to seek an audience with Ruth. The air was thick with anticipation as I approached the imposing gates, a sense of trepidation mingling with purpose.

Once I arrived, the butler stepped inside to announce my presence. Moments later, the guards at the entrance parted, granting me access to a world that felt both foreign and daunting. This was my inaugural visit to the very core of Mooncrown territory, a place steeped in history and power.

Despite my position as the Luna of Mistbane, a role that had afforded me a taste of authority and privilege, I was utterly awestruck by the sheer magnificence that surrounded me. The ancient stone walls, weathered yet resilient, bore the weight of Mooncrown’s storied past—each carved inscription a testament to their countless victories. The air itself seemed to vibrate with the residual strength of generations of pureblood Alphas, and even the Beta guards exuded a formidable presence that eclipsed many of my pack’s finest warriors.

In the heart of the grand living room, Luis’s grandmother sat regally on the main sofa, her posture exuding an air of dominance. Ruth’s sharp, piercing gaze swept over me, and I could sense the thinly veiled contempt that dripped from her expression.

“Mrs. Wiley,” she greeted me with a measured coolness. “What brings you here today?”

Under the weight of her formidable presence, I instinctively adjusted my posture, taking a deep breath to steady my nerves before carefully lowering myself onto the seat across from her. The hostility in the room was palpable, wrapping around me like a heavy cloak.

But for Deanna’s sake—as her mother—I had to make this effort. It was the very least I could do for my daughter, who deserved to carve her own path.

I offered her a polite smile, my voice softening with respect. “Mrs. Eaton, I have long admired your reputation. It truly is an honor to meet you in person. I brought a small gift as a token of respect. I hope you’ll accept it.”

With a gentle motion, I opened the intricately designed gift box I had brought, sliding it toward her. Nestled inside was a brooch crafted from rare moonstone, its surface shimmering delicately in the light, a symbol of goodwill and heritage from Mistbane Pack.

Ruth took a measured sip of her coffee, her gaze flickering towards the brooch for a fleeting moment before she returned her attention to me, her expression unyielding.

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