Chapter 80
\nMarked By the Pureblood Alpha (Deanna and Luis) novel Chapter 80<\/p>\n
Deanna\u2019s POV:<\/p>\n
Her reaction made me laugh, and I nodded.<\/p>\n
Violet\u2019s face suddenly grew complicated. She pulled my hand into hers and spoke with unusual seriousness.<\/p>\n
\u201cDeanna, a man like Luis is every woman\u2019s dream. Do you know how many women would give anything just to be with him, to hope he\u2019d choose them? If it\u2019s just romance, enjoy it while you can. After all, mating with a man like Luis is a rare chance, and you have nothing to lose. But for that reason, you need to guard your heart. If one day it ends, you\u2019ll be the one left broken.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cIt won\u2019t happen.\u201d I shook my head slowly, clutching the small gift box tighter in my hands.<\/p>\n
At least, I told myself it wouldn\u2019t.<\/p>\n
Violet gave me a look. \u201cBetter hope so. You\u2019re not carefree like me.\u201d<\/p>\n
I couldn\u2019t help but laugh and nudged her arm. \u201cThen why are you so good at letting go?\u201d<\/p>\n
Violet leaned back in her chair, flicked her hair off her shoulder, and spoke with casual confidence.<\/p>\n
\u201cSimple. I know how big the world is. I\u2019d never tie myself down to just one werewolf.\u201d<\/p>\n
After we parted, I carried the gift box back to my car. I had planned to surprise Luis at his office.<\/p>\n
Violet\u2019s warning lingered. Somehow, that idea faded away.<\/p>\n
The car felt stuffy in the silence. I pressed the radio button, and through the faint crackle of static, a familiar male voice slipped out<\/p>\n
I have no idea what got into me, but I just froze.<\/p>\n
It was Luis. He was being interviewed.<\/p>\n
Calm and confident, he spoke about the future of his company.<\/p>\n
His tone was smooth, almost lazy, with a deep timbre that carried even through the static. The sound made my ears tingle.<\/p>\n
As the interview was wrapping up, the reporter asked, \u201cMr. Eaton, before we finish, can I ask something personal? There\u2019s a photo in your office. A little girl with a dog. Is she your childhood sweetheart?\u201d<\/p>\n
The radio went silent. A few seconds stretched on so long they felt endless.<\/p>\n
My hands clenched hard around the steering wheel.<\/p>\n
That photo\u2026 It had to be the one I\u2019d seen in his office.<\/p>\n
Finally, Luis\u2019s deep voice returned.<\/p>\n
\u201cNot a childhood sweetheart. She\u2019s the woman I like.\u201d<\/p>\n
My mind buzzed, and everything else around me faded away.<\/p>\n
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Chapter 80 The Woman I Like<\/p>\n
+20 From Coins<\/p>\n
Until the headlights of a truck coming straight at me were so bright I couldn\u2019t keep my eyes open. I snapped out of my daze and slammed on the brakes in a panic.<\/p>\n
Too late.<\/p>\n
Screeeech\u2013BANG!<\/p>\n
The sharp squeal of tires mixed with the deafening crash of metal. The violent jolt threw me forward.<\/p>\n
Luckily the airbag burst out in time, wrapping around me and keeping me from smashing into the wheel.<\/p>\n
I sat there for a long while before I could push myself up. My forehead burned, my head spun, and pain pulsed through my body.<\/p>\n
A tall, muscular man with a shaved head was pounding hard on the window.<\/p>\n
I sucked in a breath, pressed my hand to the swelling on my forehead, unbuckled the seatbelt, and stumbled out of the car.<\/p>\n
The truck driver glared at me, his face twisted with anger. \u201cWhat\u2019s wrong with you? Don\u2019t you know how to drive?\u201d<\/p>\n
I fought through the pain and said softly, \u201cI\u2019m sorry. Really, I\u2019m so sorry.\u201d<\/p>\n
The rage in his eyes faded a little when he got a good look at me.<\/p>\n
Then his gaze turned slimy, roaming over me before sliding to the white Mercedes behind me.<\/p>\n
\u201cA pretty girl like you thinks you can just say sorry and be done with it?\u201d he sneered.<\/p>\n
My stomach turned, but I kept my face calm and forced myself to glance at the scene.<\/p>\n
The road was deserted, with no cameras anywhere.<\/p>\n
The front of my Mercedes was badly crushed, while his truck barely had a dent. My forehead was swollen, my arm scraped raw, but he stood there without a mark on him.<\/p>\n
I\u2019d been driving straight. He\u2019d cut in on a turn.<\/p>\n
By traffic law, the one turning should yield.<\/p>\n
Still, I wasn\u2019t blameless\u2013I\u2019d been distracted and hadn\u2019t slowed down.<\/p>\n
If the enforcers showed up, no one would know who to point fingers at.<\/p>\n
I steadied myself, met his eyes, and asked flatly, \u201cWhat do you want?\u201d<\/p>\n
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Sara Lili is a daring romance writer who turns icy landscapes into scenes of fiery passion. She loves crafting hot love stories while embracing the chill of Iceland\u2019s breathtaking cold.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"template":"","class_list":["post-2163","chapter","type-chapter","status-publish","hentry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"http:\/\/icuow.top\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/chapter\/2163","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=2163"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}