Marked By the Pureblood Alpha (Deanna and Luis) novel Chapter 352

Chapter 352 New Boyfriend

Chapter 352 New Boyfriend.

Deanna’s POV:

“Have you ever told a lie I should know about?”

The question slid under my ribs like a thorn.

I carried a time bomb inside my chest.

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I had once made a deal with Ruth–traded my relationship for shares–and walked away from him.

Now, I was using him again to strike back at Ruth.

And one time, I even planned to leave Nordvale with the pup in my belly and never come back.

If he knew all of that …

Luis would be disappointed in me, wouldn’t he?

He’d regret ever falling for a woman like this.

Happiness felt like foam spun silver under moonlight–so beautiful and so fragile I didn’t dare touch it, afraid it would burst the moment applied any pressure.

I bit my lip, and after a beat, gave a small shake of my head.

Luis didn’t press. He only tucked his face into the crook of my neck.

When the movie ended, he was as merciless as ever–Puddy got shooed out of the bedroom.

Later, in bed, I stared at the man above me, breathless and pleading, “Luis… go easy.”

He held my gaze, Adam’s apple working hard, and ground out, word by word, “Say it–say you love me, okay?”

That “I love you” never made it past my lips. Not through the rush of pleasure, not through the drain of effort. Being pregnant, even the simplest “acrobatics” felt like climbing a

mountain.

finally passed out in his arms, sweat–soaked and limp.

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Chapter 352 New Boyfriend

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Somewhere in the blur, I felt him rinse me off again, blow my hair dry, then wrap me up inside his hold.

The next morning.

Violet and I had a spa date.

She’d just finished filming that romance project and, miracle of miracles, had a few free days.

We changed into soft robes and settled onto side–by–side treatment beds.

Violet was face–down for a back treatment–bare, porcelain–smooth shoulders and spine on display–while the aesthetician smoothed oil across her skin and worked in long, expert strokes.

Violet asked, half–melted with pleasure, “Deanna, what’d you think of my movie?”

I had my eyes closed, opted for a minimalist facial–no fancy serums, just a deep cleanse and a pure Moon Dew hydrating mask.

Cool, dewy, bliss. My skin always runs pale; the chill lent it a petal–pink glow.

At her question, Luis’s brutally honest review popped to mind: clichéd plot, middling acting.

I coughed. “It was … fine. Kinda …

fine. Kinda … moving.”

Violet chuckled. “Told you–fans online say I still pass for a high schooler. Clean styling, fresh face. Proof women should invest in maintenance.”

She yelped a second later. “Ah–gentler!”

The aesthetician murmured, “Sorry, Ms. Astor, could you lower your robe just a touch? I’ll work the sides of your waist.”

I cracked one eye, glanced over, and saw it–a scatter of purple–blue marks along Violet’s

waist.

Luis–when he lost control–liked to leave those same kinds of marks on me.

It clicked. I teased, “Violet … New boyfriend?”

A rare wash of pink crossed her cheeks. “What boyfriend?”

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