Chapter 125
\nMarked By the Pureblood Alpha (Deanna and Luis) novel Chapter 125<\/p>\n
Chapter 125 He Came Back for Me<\/p>\n
Deanna\u2019s POV:<\/p>\n
When I opened my eyes, the sharp smell of disinfectant filled my nose.<\/p>\n
Kathryn stood beside the bed, dabbing her tears with a silk handkerchief. \u201cDeanna, sweetheart, how are you feeling? I\u2019m so worried about you.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhere\u2026 am I?\u201d My throat was so dry it felt like sandpaper scraping when I spoke.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou were kidnapped and fell off a cliff. Jake tried to save you, but one of the kidnappers stabbed him with a wolfsbane dagger. Luckily, his guards got there in time and pulled you both out.\u201d<\/p>\n
Slowly, my mind began piecing everything back together.<\/p>\n
My last memory was Jake running toward me before the kidnapper lunged and drove a knife into him.<\/p>\n
Stacey helped me to sit up.<\/p>\n
\u201cMs. Deanna, you were out for a whole day. Luna was so worried. Here, have some soup.\u201d<\/p>\n
Before I could answer, Kathryn lifted a spoon, ready to feed me herself.<\/p>\n
I looked at that spoon and pressed my lips together.<\/p>\n
\u201cLet Stacey do it. You should go home.\u201d<\/p>\n
Her hand froze in midair. She opened her mouth like she wanted to say more.<\/p>\n
In the end, she just sighed, gave Stacey a few instructions, and quietly left.<\/p>\n
Two days later, there was a knock at the door.<\/p>\n
The nurse pushed Jake inside, seated in a wheelchair.<\/p>\n
I glanced at him briefly.<\/p>\n
His side was wrapped in thick layers of bandages that covered half his torso. Even his arm was strapped down, hanging stiffly at his side. A few claw marks still crossed his face, reminders of the fight with the rogues.<\/p>\n
He asked the nurse to step out, then turned to me.<\/p>\n
\u201cDeanna, are you okay?\u201d<\/p>\n
I pulled my gaze away and answered calmly, \u201cThanks to you, I\u2019m still alive.\u201d<\/p>\n
Jake froze, then let out a low chuckle. But the moment he tried to smile, it tugged at his wounds.<\/p>\n
He sucked in a sharp breath. Even so, he kept talking. \u201cIf you\u2019ve got the strength to sass me, then I know you\u2019re fine.\u201d<\/p>\n
closed the sketchbook and glared at him. \u201cBoth times I got kidnapped, it was because of you. So no, I don\u2019t feel guilty. You can leave now.\u201d<\/p>\n
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Jake frowned. \u201cI didn\u2019t mean to choose her over you this time.\u201d<\/p>\n
I gave a dry laugh. \u201cRight. You just happened to end up in bed with Peggie, didn\u2019t you?\u201d<\/p>\n
He froze. His face turned pale, and his breath caught. \u201cI\u2019m sorry, I-\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou don\u2019t have to apologize,\u201d I cut him off. \u201cWho you sleep with isn\u2019t my problem.\u201d<\/p>\n
I leaned back on the bed, my voice steady but cold. \u201cJust keep that crazy bitch under control. Tell her to stop coming after me. She helped plan the kidnapping this time.\u201d<\/p>\n
Jake\u2019s eyes widened in shock, like he couldn\u2019t believe what he\u2019d just heard.<\/p>\n
\u201cPeggie would never do that.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cBelieve it or don\u2019t.\u201d<\/p>\n
I was done arguing and decided to kick him out.<\/p>\n
\u201cPlease show Mr. Olson out,\u201d I said flatly. \u201cI need to rest.\u201d<\/p>\n
Jake gave me a long look, then slowly turned his wheelchair around and left the room.<\/p>\n
A few minutes later, the door opened again.<\/p>\n
I frowned, assuming he\u2019d come back. My voice was sharp and impatient.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhy are you still here?\u201d<\/p>\n
When I looked up, I saw a tall, broad\u2013shouldered man standing by the door.<\/p>\n
He stood against the light, his face hidden in the shadow.<\/p>\n
But I didn\u2019t need to see his expression; his powerful Alpha presence filled the entire room in seconds.<\/p>\n
I blinked. My heart skipped a beat. The sketchbook in my hands slipped and fell to the floor with a soft thud.<\/p>\n
Luis stepped forward, his face calm and cold. He bent down, picked up the sketchbook, and placed it back in my hands.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat\u2019s wrong?\u201d His deep voice was steady. \u201cDidn\u2019t want me to show up here?\u201d<\/p>\n
I pressed my lips together, trying to steady my voice. \u201cWhen did you get back?\u201d<\/p>\n","protected":false},"template":"","class_list":["post-2208","chapter","type-chapter","status-publish","hentry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"http:\/\/icuow.top\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/chapter\/2208","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=2208"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}