Marked By the Pureblood Alpha (Deanna and Luis) novel Chapter 319

**Chapter 319: Could Not Risk Hurting Deanna**

From a distance, Luis surveyed the scene before him, his expression as frigid as the winter air. Not a single muscle twitched in his face, his demeanor as calm as a predator observing its prey.

It was only when the crimson droplets erupted, splattering onto the floor, that his instincts kicked in. He instinctively raised a hand, shielding Deanna’s delicate eyes from the horror unfolding before them, desperate to protect her from the gruesome sight.

The pack medics stood paralyzed, their bodies rigid with fear, unable to move under the oppressive weight of the Alpha’s deadly presence. Their eyes darted nervously, anticipating his next move, but none dared to step forward.

Ruth’s voice trembled as she spoke, her words laced with a mix of anger and disbelief. “That woman served the Mooncrown Pack with unwavering loyalty for forty years. She cared for you since you were just a child, and this is how you repay her? Punishing her for an outsider Omega?”

Her glare sliced through the air, aimed squarely at Deanna, sharp and lethal. If looks possessed the power to inflict harm, Deanna would have crumbled under the weight of Ruth’s icy stare.

With her teeth clenched tightly, Ruth hissed, “If that woman wishes to continue living in this estate, she will have to step over my lifeless body first.” The venom in her tone was palpable, a warning that resonated in the silence.

Deanna, feeling the tension thick in the air, shifted her gaze to Luis. Beneath the warm glow of the lights, the contours of his face were sharply defined, his lashes casting shadows over his unreadable expression. She hoped for a flicker of empathy, perhaps a sign that he understood the turmoil within her, but when he spoke, his voice was steady, devoid of warmth or anger.

“If you want to create a scene, I won’t stop you. But Deanna is moving in. In Mooncrown Pack, I am the one who makes the decisions.” His words were resolute, a declaration that left no room for argument.

With that, he took Deanna’s hand firmly in his, leading her forward step by step, as if they were embarking on a journey through uncharted territory.

Ruth’s face drained of color, the blood seemingly draining from her features as the realization hit her. She appeared to age a decade in an instant, a single tear escaping down her cheek, a testament to her despair.

Deanna followed Luis up the grand marble spiral staircase, her heart racing. Her gaze lingered on the tall figure in the black tactical jacket ahead of her, a man whose presence commanded authority and respect. She dared to glance back one last time at the chaotic living room, where Alina lay unconscious on the floor, blood pooling around her head, and Ruth slumped on the couch, her eyes void of life.

As they ascended, memories of their earlier conversations flickered in her mind. Outside the Mistbane Pack’s main house, she had half-jokingly voiced her concerns to Luis, aware of his volatile temper. She had never anticipated that he would take such drastic measures.

Upon reaching the third floor, they traversed a long hallway adorned with vintage Euron paintings, each telling a story of times long past. When they finally arrived at the door at the end of the corridor, Luis paused, opening it with a gentle push before stepping inside with her.

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