Marked By the Pureblood Alpha (Deanna and Luis) novel Chapter 279

**Chapter 279: I’m Sorry I Was Late**

As Deanna lifted her gaze, the first thing to envelop her senses was that unmistakable, crisp scent of cedarwood, a fragrance that always carried with it a sense of familiarity and comfort.

Then, as if conjured from her deepest thoughts, that tall, recognizable silhouette came into view, cutting through the haze of her worries.

Before she could mask her feelings, a storm of emotions surged in her eyes—overwhelming guilt, complicated sadness, and a profound sense of grievance. The tears threatened to spill over, stinging her eyes with their intensity.

Luis approached her with an urgency that mirrored the chaos swirling within her. He knelt before her, his gaze sweeping over her form, searching for any signs of harm. His heart twisted painfully at the sight of her pale complexion; it was as though a dagger had pierced through his chest.

“I’m sorry I was late,” he murmured, his voice thick with regret.

Those simple words shattered the fragile composure Deanna had been clinging to.

The moisture that had been gathering in her eyes finally cascaded down her cheeks, a torrent of emotion unleashed.

Initially, she had been reluctant about this baby, the thought of motherhood feeling like an insurmountable mountain. But as time passed, she had made the brave choice to embrace this new life, a decision that had demanded every ounce of courage and hope she could muster.

Now, the weight of that choice loomed heavily over her. If anything were to happen tonight, if even the slightest misfortune befell them, she knew she would never forgive herself.

Luis watched as her tears fell, each drop striking him like a hammer against his heart.

He reached out instinctively, his thumb gently brushing away the wetness from her cheek, his voice soft yet firm. “You’re a grown woman. Stop crying.”

For once, Deanna found herself speechless, unable to muster a retort.

The exhaustion of her fear left her drained, her insides quaking with a trepidation she couldn’t shake off.

In a sudden burst of emotion, she threw her arms around Luis, burying her face in the comforting crook of his neck, seeking solace in his presence.

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Luis’s breath hitched for a moment, taken aback by her desperation. One hand instinctively found its way to her waist, pulling her closer, while his heart ached at the sight of her distress.

Across the corridor, Malcolm returned with a bottle of water, only to pause at the sight of Deanna enveloped in Luis’s embrace.

His expression remained largely unchanged, though the warmth in his eyes dimmed, replaced by a shadow of something deeper.

He chose not to intrude, standing silently for a moment before placing the water bottle on the nearby bench. With a heavy heart, he turned and walked away, his silhouette retreating into the distance, leaving behind an air of loneliness that seemed to cling to him.

Deanna cried quietly, her body trembling against Luis as her tears soaked into his shirt, hot and stinging against his skin.

Luis felt a fierce, almost primal urge to protect her, as if something viciously tightened around his heart, spreading a searing pain throughout his body, making even his breath feel like fire.

Was this woman made of water?

How could she produce so many tears, each one a testament to her suffering?

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