Marked By the Pureblood Alpha (Deanna and Luis) novel Chapter 334

**Chapter 334 Still Your Grandmother**

As the echoes of the door slamming shut reverberated through the air, Ruth found herself alone in her room, the heavy weight of confinement settling around her like a shroud. Outside, two werewolf guards stood sentinel, their presence a stark reminder of her current predicament. They were statues, unmoving and unyielding, their expressions unreadable.

Meanwhile, Harry and Grace were being ushered out of the Mooncrown Pack territory, the servants guiding them with an air of reluctant obedience. The Rolls-Royce they occupied was a cocoon of tension, the opulent leather seats contrasting sharply with the storm brewing within them.

Seated in the back, Grace and Harry wore expressions that were not merely displeased; they were contorted with a fury that threatened to boil over. Grace’s fist met the center console with a resounding thud, the impact reverberating through her hand, sending a jolt of pain racing through her knuckles. The shockproof panel remained steadfast, but her frustration was palpable.

“This Omega is far more perilous than I ever anticipated! She’s ensnared Luis in her web, and now she’s imprisoned Aunt Ruth! Do you mean to tell me that everything within the Mooncrown Pack will fall into that witch’s grasp?” Her voice was rising, tinged with disbelief and anger.

Turning sharply to Harry, she demanded, “Harry, for the love of the pack, say something! If that woman ends up controlling everything, I refuse to accept it!”

Harry’s response was a cold snort, laced with a bitter edge. “You refuse to accept it? And what exactly do you plan to do about it? You know Luis better than anyone. He’s not the type to be swayed easily.”

Grace felt a sinking sensation in her stomach. She did know Luis. On the surface, he appeared laid-back and affable, but beneath that veneer lay a man who could be ruthless, merciless, and chillingly detached when provoked.

As that realization washed over her, Grace’s resolve faltered, and her frustration bubbled to the surface once more. “So, what? We’re just going to sit idly by while Aunt Ruth languishes in confinement? And watch as all the wealth and power of Mooncrown Pack slips into that woman’s hands?” Her voice was thick with indignation, her eyes narrowing with a fierce determination.

A glint of malice flickered in Harry’s gaze, a cruel smile dancing on his lips. “We won’t allow this to slip through our fingers. The annual Mooncrown corporate summit is just around the corner. Grace, I need you to visit every elder and shareholder. We need them to apply pressure on Luis during the summit. No matter how arrogant he may be, he cannot ignore the collective will of the corporation.”

He leaned closer, his voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. “Once that’s in motion, we’ll initiate the second phase of our plan to help Aunt Ruth reclaim her rightful place. She’s already at odds with Luis. Once she regains control, the Mooncrown Pack will be ours, and the Westwind Pack will undoubtedly reap the rewards.”

A flicker of hope ignited in Grace’s chest, and for the first time that day, a genuine smile broke through her frustration. “Harry, you’re a genius! Hahaha!”

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