Marked By the Pureblood Alpha (Deanna and Luis) novel Chapter 322

**Chapter 322: A Miracle**

In the depths of her mind, Mila’s voice echoed with urgency, “There’s a strong smell of blood!”

Deanna felt a chill creep into her bones as her complexion drained of color. “That’s Luis’s voice. What could have possibly happened to him?” Panic surged through her, tightening her chest.

“Ms. Wiley, you mustn’t—it’s too dangerous!” a guard warned, his voice laced with concern.

But before he could finish, a piercing scream erupted from somewhere beyond, a sound riddled with agony that sliced through the air like a knife.

There was something distinctly unsettling about that cry, something that clawed at Deanna’s heart.

“Move!” Deanna shouted, her resolve hardening as she pushed past the guards, her determination unwavering.

The guards exchanged worried glances, hesitating as they reached out to restrain her. Yet, when their eyes fell upon her slightly swollen belly, their expressions shifted from authority to caution. They understood the weight of her burden—she was carrying the Alpha’s child, and none of them dared to act harshly towards her.

Seizing the moment of their indecision, Deanna flung the door open with all her strength, her heart pounding in her chest.

The sight that met her eyes was both shocking and horrific. Luis’s black tactical jacket lay crumpled on the floor, a stark reminder of the man she loved. His upper body was bare, revealing a right shoulder heavily bandaged, a testament to his suffering.

But it wasn’t the metallic scent of blood that assaulted her senses; rather, it was an icy, violent energy that mixed with a raw, untamed moonlight that struck her like a physical blow.

What unfolded before her was a scene that seemed to spring from the darkest corners of hell itself.

Luis was bound to a stone bed, chains glinting ominously in the dim light. His upper body was covered in writhing crimson runes that glowed with malevolence, and black fur was spreading across his arms and chest like a dark tide.

The pack medics stood frozen in horror, their eyes wide with disbelief.

Luis, caught in a nightmare he never imagined would be witnessed by Deanna, jerked his head up. The moment his blood-red eyes landed on her, shock washed over him, mingling with a desperate fear.

He had envisioned countless scenarios in which Deanna might uncover the truth about his condition, but never had he imagined it would be like this.

“Deanna… go… leave!” he grunted, forcing the words through clenched teeth, his voice rough and strained.

Deanna’s heart ached at the sight of the tortured creature before her, a grotesque fusion of man and beast. “W-what happened to you?” she stammered, her voice trembling with disbelief.

“This is the Blood Moon Curse,” Mila’s voice cut through her thoughts with sharp clarity. “He’s on the brink of losing control!”

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