Marked By the Pureblood Alpha (Deanna and Luis) novel Chapter 289

**The Heart I Buried for You by Serene Lockwood**
**Chapter 289: Want to Have Some Fun?**

In the shadowy corridor of the Elysian Club, the door to the private room stood slightly ajar, a silent invitation to the brewing storm within. The air was thick with tension as the cacophony of raised voices and the unmistakable sound of confrontation reverberated against the opulent walls, drawing a curious crowd to the brink of chaos.

Aran, the club’s celebrated star, renowned for her enchanting performances and magnetic presence, felt a sense of urgency wash over her as she hurried toward the source of the commotion. The rhythmic click of her heels echoed on the polished marble floor, each step resonating with the gravity of the situation. The Elysian Club was not merely a venue; it represented the pinnacle of luxury in Nordvale, a sanctuary for Alphas and the elite of the most formidable packs.

A brawl breaking out in such a prestigious establishment could tarnish their immaculate reputation, and the repercussions could be catastrophic for business. Aran’s pulse quickened as she surveyed the scene, her gaze locking onto Luis—tall, imposing, and undeniably powerful—standing at the center of the turmoil like a king surveying his domain.

Perhaps their previous encounters would lend her some influence over him. With a graceful yet determined stride, she approached, her voice a sultry whisper crafted to calm the storm. “Mr. Eaton, what’s all this commotion about? Surely, it’s just a misunderstanding. Why don’t we all take a step back, sit down, and discuss it calmly?”

From her vantage point, Deanna watched with keen interest, recognizing Aran as the Omega who had served drinks to Luis during their last encounter.

Luis cast a dismissive glance in Aran’s direction, his demeanor as cold as ice. “And who gave you the right to interject?” he shot back, his voice devoid of warmth, echoing with authority.

Aran felt heat rush to her cheeks, embarrassment flooding her senses. In this world, where she was typically treated with admiration and respect, being brushed aside by him stung her pride deeply. Yet, she hesitated to confront Luis directly, choosing instead to channel her frustration toward Deanna. A fierce glare shot in Deanna’s direction spoke volumes, laden with unspoken accusations.

Just then, Erik strode into the scene, shaking off the tension as he approached the unfolding drama.

Luis regarded him with an air of calm confidence, the chaos swirling around them seemingly inconsequential. “Finished teaching him a lesson?” he inquired, his voice steady, almost casual.

“Yeah,” Erik replied, his expression inscrutable.

With deliberate nonchalance, Luis stepped forward and placed his boot on Mason’s head, a gesture as casual as stepping on discarded refuse.

“I’m a fair man,” he said, his voice dropping to a chilling whisper that sent shivers down spines. “Those who dare to bully anyone under my protection must face the consequences.”

Mason, already reeling from the earlier blows, felt a wave of panic wash over him as the weight of the pure-blood Alpha’s authority pressed down harder. His complexion drained of color, and he trembled, stammering, “It was Zelena. S-she said she was your ex-girlfriend. She told me that even if I slept with her, you wouldn’t care.”

At the mention of “ex-girlfriend,” Jake’s gaze flickered toward Deanna, a frown creasing his brow, sensing the tension thickening in the air.

Luis’s expression turned icy, his grip on the situation tightening as he leaned closer, the pressure on Mason’s head intensifying. The sharp tip of his leather shoe came perilously close to Mason’s eye, a silent threat hanging in the air.

“Argh!” Mason screamed, a sound laced with sheer terror. “Please, Mr. Eaton! I didn’t do anything! I swear, not even a finger! I messed up! Just spare me!”

Luis raised an eyebrow, a smirk curling at the corners of his lips, as if he found a twisted amusement in Mason’s desperation. He casually picked up a sharp fruit knife from a nearby table, the blade glinting ominously in the low light, and ran his thumb along its edge, relishing the moment.

“Is that so?” he mused, his voice deceptively calm, a predator toying with its prey.

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