Marked By the Pureblood Alpha (Deanna and Luis) novel Chapter 314

**Chapter 314 You Need To Be in a Hospital**

From a distance, Aaron’s heart raced at the sight before him.

Luis stood there, still marked by the knife wound on his shoulder, a grim reminder of the chaos that had unfolded. The stitches, hastily done, were only halfway completed when he had left the hospital, and now, it was painfully clear that the pull of his movements had ripped them apart once more.

Fortunately, the black fabric of his shirt concealed the evidence of his injury, but Aaron knew all too well that beneath that exterior, blood was seeping through, threatening to betray the severity of his condition.

Malcolm’s voice cut through the tension, deliberate and measured, “Please show her some respect, alright?”

Luis’s fists clenched tightly, his knuckles turning white as he fought against the rising tide of emotions. The veins in his arms stood out, a testament to his struggle as he locked his dark gaze onto Deanna. “Deanna,” he called softly, the weight of her name heavy on his lips.

Deanna inhaled deeply, a flicker of determination igniting within her. “Let me have some space.”

With that, she pivoted on her heel to face Malcolm, her voice steady. “Let’s go.”

A glimmer of something—hope, perhaps—sparked in Malcolm’s eyes as he quickly retrieved the car keys, urgency propelling him to start the engine.

The sleek red Mercedes glided past Luis, the world around him blurring into insignificance as he watched.

His attention was drawn to the woman in the passenger seat, her head bowed, obscuring her expression from his view.

A wave of pain surged through him, causing his breath to hitch, and he could feel the pulsing of the veins on his forehead, a physical manifestation of his turmoil.

Once the Mercedes finally disappeared from his line of sight, the dam within him broke, and he crumpled to the ground, surrendering to the agony that enveloped him.

Aaron, along with the driver, rushed toward him in alarm, their footsteps echoing in the silence that followed.

Meanwhile, the Mercedes emerged from the underground garage, its presence a stark contrast to the chaos left behind.

At the next intersection, Deanna’s voice broke the silence. “Stop.”

Malcolm slammed on the brakes, turning to her with concern etched on his face. “What’s wrong?”

Deanna’s gaze remained fixed ahead as she spoke, her tone barely above a whisper. “Mr. Faulkner, I’m sorry. Please get out.”

Malcolm’s heart sank at her words, and the realization washed over him like a cold tide. She had used him, and the distant look in her eyes confirmed what he feared most.

A bitter laugh escaped his lips, bitter and hollow.

From the very beginning, he had never been given even the slightest glimmer of hope.

He felt as though he were left with nothing but the remnants of a dream that had never truly existed.

“Deanna,” he said softly, unable to suppress the tremor in his voice, “do you really love him that much?”

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