Marked By the Pureblood Alpha (Deanna and Luis) novel Chapter 281

**Chapter 281: I Want to Feed You**

**Deanna’s POV:**

“I truly wish I could find a place to keep you hidden, away from prying eyes,” Luis declared, his voice laced with a possessiveness that sent a shiver of excitement through me. My heart raced, caught off guard by the weight of his words.

I redirected my gaze, focusing on the road ahead. “I really need to get home,” I replied, trying to sound firm.

Luis’s response came slowly, as if he were savoring each word. “Back to Crestwood Park?”

I blinked, momentarily caught in his gaze.

Give this man an inch, and he’d seize a mile.

Just as I was about to protest, I felt the car veer toward Crestwood Park, the familiar surroundings rushing back.

Luis reclined lazily in his seat, a casual confidence radiating from him. “You’ll need another checkup in a few days. I’ll bring you back once the results are in. It’ll save you from shedding tears again.”

“I wasn’t crying!” I retorted, my cheeks flushing with a mixture of embarrassment and irritation.

Luis shot me a sidelong glance, a teasing smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. “Alright, alright, I was the one crying. Are you satisfied now?”

I sighed, realizing the futility of arguing with him. Silence enveloped us, but beneath it all, I couldn’t shake the thought that I really didn’t want to face the next checkup alone.

However…

“I don’t have any clean clothes with me!” I exclaimed, turning to face him, my frustration bubbling over.

“Don’t fret,” he replied, his lips curling into a playful grin. “If it comes to that, you can always wear mine.”

“No way!” I scrunched my nose in distaste, the very idea making me cringe.

With a chuckle, Luis reached over to tousle my hair. “You’re such a little brat.”

Before long, the car rolled to a stop at Crestwood Park.

As I stepped out, a whirlwind of emotions washed over me.

I recalled the last time I had been here, packing up my belongings, convinced I would never return…

My eyes scanned the room, and I was taken aback to see the box of my discarded items still sitting by the door, untouched and unchanged.

“Why is this still here?” I asked, turning to Luis, confusion etched on my face.

I distinctly remembered throwing everything away.

Luis’s expression shifted, surprise flickering in his eyes before he quickly averted his gaze. His tone turned defensive, almost arrogant. “You said I bought all this with my money. If I want to retrieve it, I will.”

A warmth blossomed in my chest at his proud, awkward stance.

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