Marked By the Pureblood Alpha (Deanna and Luis) novel Chapter 288

**Chapter 288: A Lesson for Mason**

The air inside the lavish private room was thick with an electric tension, a palpable undercurrent that made the very walls seem to pulse with anticipation. The clinking of glasses resonated, a metallic symphony that mingled with the low murmur of conversations, creating a backdrop of indulgence as the guests reveled in the werewolves’ signature beast-blood liquor. The table before them was an extravagant display, laden with glistening bottles that caught the soft glow of the lighting, each one a testament to the wealth and power of the elite gathered in this space.

Nestled on a sumptuous sofa were a cadre of impeccably tailored Alphas and high-ranking Betas, their suits hugging their muscular frames, exuding an air of dominance that was unmistakable. Nearby, a few Omegas lingered, their presence carefully orchestrated, as they released sweet pheromones into the air—an alluring tactic to draw attention while they poured drinks with practiced elegance.

It was abundantly clear that this was no ordinary gathering. This was a meeting of the elite, a business affair where power dynamics danced as intricately as the guests themselves.

Then, with a sudden force, the door swung open, slicing through the atmosphere and silencing the lively chatter in an instant. All eyes turned toward the entrance, where Luis strode in, exuding confidence and authority, his arm possessively encircling Deanna’s waist. He moved with the assuredness of a man who believed he owned every inch of the space he entered.

The aura of his pure-blood Alpha status washed over the room like a tidal wave, compelling everyone present to instinctively bow to his presence, their postures shifting to accommodate the undeniable power he radiated.

Deanna’s gaze swept across the room, and when her eyes landed on Jake, who lounged on a distant sofa, a jolt of surprise shot through her. Memories long buried resurfaced, memories she had fought to suppress after his surgery. Though she had severed all ties with him, unsure if he truly understood the weight of her decision, the mere sight of him sent a ripple of conflict through her heart. No matter how hard she tried to move on, she couldn’t shake the feeling that he remained an inextricable part of her life.

Jake’s dark eyes narrowed as they locked onto the hand resting possessively on Deanna’s waist. A flicker of pain crossed his features, and he clenched his fist at his side, a silent battle raging within him. The tension in the room thickened, the high-ranking werewolves exchanging furtive glances, acutely aware of the unspoken conflict brewing beneath the surface.

One of the guests, recognizing Luis, immediately rose, a respectful nod acknowledging the Alpha’s presence. “Mr. Eaton, what brings you here?” he asked, eagerness lacing his tone. “We were just discussing the current financial trends. Now that you’re here, perhaps you could lend your insights to the conversation.”

Across the room, Mason felt a chill creep down his spine as he caught sight of Luis and Deanna together. His heart plummeted into a pit of dread, the color draining from his face as the implications of their entrance hit him like a freight train. A wave of panic surged within him, compelling him to seek refuge in the shadows, lowering his head as if he could will himself to disappear entirely.

An Omega serving nearby noticed his distress. “Mr. Davenport, are you alright? Not feeling well?” she asked, concern threading through her voice.

Mason snapped, his irritation bubbling over like a boiling pot. “Shut up!” he hissed, the words escaping him like a lash, sharp and unforgiving.

Erik, who had been observing the unfolding scene with a bemused expression, let out a loud scoff. With a swift motion, he stepped forward, seizing Mason by the collar as if he were a mere child misbehaving. In one fluid motion, he yanked him up and tossed him off the sofa like a discarded toy.

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