Chapter 1
\nMarked By the Pureblood Alpha (Deanna and Luis) novel Chapter 1<\/p>\n
Deanna’s POV:
\nThe smell hit hard. Rust, blood, and rotting wood mixed with thick, choking dust. It clawed down my throat and turned my stomach.
\nIn a city where werewolves and humans barely tolerated each other, this place was off-limits. Even the most desperate wouldn’t set foot here. It was forgotten land, hollow and dead.
\nBut right now, I was here\u2014bound with vines soaked in wolfsbane. My wrists burned from the sap, and the pain crawled up my arms like fire. I couldn’t move.
\nA strip of coarse hide jammed in my mouth stole my voice, turning my cries into faint, broken whimpers.
\nNyra\u2026 I had never hated being an Omega more than I did right then.
\nOne of them crouched in front of me. A Rogue. He wore a bone-white mask, jagged and twisted, and his voice rasped like gravel grinding in his throat.
\n“Ms. Wiley,” he growled. “Future Luna of Jake Olson, Alpha of Olsendreich Pack, huh? Thirty million shouldn’t be a problem. Make the call yourself.”
\nHe dropped a battered phone at my feet.
\nThen, he ripped the gag from my mouth and sliced the vines from my wrists. Before I could move, before I could even breathe, a black obsidian blade pressed cold and sharp against my throat.
\nThe line rang.
\nAnd rang.
\nThen, I heard his voice\u2014calm, smooth, and low. “Hello?” My whole body shook.
\n“Jake\u2026” I stammered. “They took me. These Rogues want thirty million. Please\u2026 can you come get me?”
\nThere was a pause. A breath, maybe. Just a second of silence.
\nThen, his voice came back\u2014calm, but colder than ice. “Deanna, I told you. Peggie is sick. Her only wish is this ceremony. Stop acting out.”
\nSo, it was today.
\nThe ceremony.
\nPeggie Pearson. His first love.
\nShe was half-wolf, half-human. Her blood was thin, her body too fragile. Her health had been failing for years. Now, even her heart was giving out.
\nShe had said her dying wish was to hold a mating ceremony with Jake.
\nAnd he said yes. When I first heard, I’d snapped. I had screamed at him. Begged him to think about what he was doing.
\nBut not this time.
\nThis time, I hadn’t done anything.
\nI shook my head hard. “Jake, I mean it. I’m not lying. Please believe me!”
\nHis voice came back like steel. Cold. Clean. Unfeeling.
\n“You’re still the Luna. That hasn’t changed. Why can’t you just understand that? I’m running out of patience.”
\nMy voice cracked. “Jake\u2026 do you really not care whether I live or die?”
\nTears filled my eyes. I forced the words out through clenched teeth. “If you don’t come, we’re done. I swear it\u2014by Nyra!”
\nSilence again. Heavy. Endless.
\nThe Rogue yanked the phone away. He’d had enough.
\n“Alpha\u2026 Jake, sounds like you don’t care much about your Luna, huh?” he said. “Thirty million’s pocket change to you. So, what’s it gonna be?”
\nJake’s answer was flat. “Not a chance.”
\nI saw all three Rogues stiffen. Their eyes widened with disbelief.
\nThen, another voice came through the speaker. A soft, frail whisper. Peggie.
\n“I’m glad you’re going through with this, Jake,” she said. “Even if it’s not real, it’s enough for me. But if Deanna’s really faking a kidnapping just to stop it\u2026 maybe we should cancel.”
\nJake didn’t hesitate. “Peggie, I gave you my word. I’m not backing out.”
\nThe Rogue holding the phone snapped. His hand shook with rage. “Jake! Your fianc\u00e9e smells so d*mn good. You’re not worried we’ll take turns marking her?”
\nJake chuckled. Cold. Cruel. “Do it if you can. I might even throw in an extra ten million.”
\nI stopped crying.
\nI blinked away the tears and let the ache in my chest settle into something cold and final.
\nI was Deanna Wiley. I had loved him for five years.
\nI worshipped him. I shaped myself into the Luna he needed. I worked, fought, and bled to prove I was worthy of his side.
\nAnd just when I thought he might finally see it\u2026
\nPeggie came back.
\nAnd he gave her everything.
\nEven a public mating ceremony.
\nAll my efforts were for naught.
\nThe Rogues laughed. Ugly, twisted laughter that made my skin crawl. “Well,” one of them said, grinning, “if Jake says so, guess we’ve got no choice.”
\nHe ended the call and looked right at me, his gaze filled with disgusting lust. “Sorry, Ms. Wiley. Your man gave the green light. Guess we’re doing this.”
\nHe pulled something from his pocket. A small, blood-red pill. Before I could scream, he shoved it past my lips and forced me to swallow.
\nThe taste hit my tongue like acid. I knew what it was. A heat inducer. A drug that forced female wolves into estrus.
\n\u2026
\nJake’s POV:
\nOn the Olsendreich Pack’s altar, I stood still in a white suit. Peggie stood across from me, dressed in a long white gown meant for a bride.
\nThe second the call disconnected, I forced down the knot of unease pressing against my ribs.
\nDeanna had done this kind of thing before.
\nShe had never accepted Peggie. Her hostility toward her was always loud, always sharp.
\nThe moment she found out about this symbolic ceremony, she didn’t speak to me for days.
\nNow she had taken it even further. Faking a kidnapping?
\nCompletely reckless.
\nI had clearly let her get away with too much for too long.
\nAfter this ritual ended\u2026 if Deanna came back and admitted she was wrong, I would give her something even grander. A real ceremony.
\nOne so luxurious it would put this one to shame. I’d let the entire Olsendreich Pack see her status, loud and clear.
\nPeggie’s voice broke the silence. It was gentle, nearly a whisper. “Jake, I’m sorry. This happened because of me.”
\n“It didn’t,” I replied.
\nShe looked at me, eyes wide and shining with hope. “So\u2026 are we still going through with it?”
\nI paused for a moment. Then, I replied, “Yes. Let’s continue.”
\n\u2026
\nDeanna’s POV:
\nThe second the line went dead, the last thread of hope I held for Jake vanished like smoke.
\nI reached for my wolf, begged her to wake up, but Mila was still unconscious. The wolfsbane in my system had taken her down hard.
\nD*mn it. I had to get out myself.
\nMy eyes darted across the floor. Then, I saw it\u2014an obsidian blade lying a few feet away.
\nI grabbed it with both hands, waited, and when the rogue wasn’t watching, I drove the dagger straight into his side.
\nHis body jerked. A scream ripped out of him.
\nI ran for the doors.
\n“Get her! Don’t let her escape!”
\nThe heat drug had started working. I could feel the fire crawling under my skin, but I kept going.
\nI didn’t care that my lust was eating me alive. I didn’t care that I lost my shoes. I didn’t care that the rocky ground tore my feet apart. I ran barefoot through the ruins and threw myself into the open night.
\nThe wind hit me, cold and sharp. It burned against the fever rising in my blood.
\nBehind me, the sound of claws scraping earth and angry roars told me they were closing in. My heart slammed against my ribs so fast it hurt.
\nThis land was cursed. Abandoned. Not a soul lived here.
\nThen, something shifted. I felt it. A surge of pressure rolled through the air, thick and suffocating. An Alpha’s aura crashed into me like a tidal wave. My body froze.
\nThen, I heard it. A car engine roared in the distance, getting louder.
\nA black Porsche shot into view, moving like a predator on the hunt. Its sleek frame shimmered under the moonlight, and I knew what kind of car it was. One of those ultra-rare models that only the rich and powerful ever owned.
\nI didn’t hesitate. I ran toward it and threw myself in its path.
\nBetter dead than dragged back by those monsters.
\nTires screamed against the pavement. Brakes slammed hard. The Porsche skidded violently and stopped just inches from my body.
\nThe force of the air knocked me over. I hit the ground in front of the car, hard and fast, skin scraping open on jagged gravel.
\nThe door opened.
\nA man stepped out.
\nBlack pants. Sharp cuts. Long legs. His steps were heavy and calm, each one echoing with command. That Alpha aura hit me again, full force. It surrounded me\u2014intense, cold, and dominating. It wrapped around my body like iron chains. I trembled under it. I couldn’t tell if it was fear or something else.
\nHe crouched down in front of me.
\nAnd the moment I looked up and saw his face, my heart dropped. My vision narrowed.<\/p>\n
It was him.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"template":"","class_list":["post-2084","chapter","type-chapter","status-publish","hentry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"http:\/\/icuow.top\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/chapter\/2084","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"http:\/\/icuow.top\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/chapter"}],"about":[{"href":"http:\/\/icuow.top\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/chapter"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"http:\/\/icuow.top\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=2084"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}