Chapter 131
\nMarked By the Pureblood Alpha (Deanna and Luis) novel Chapter 131<\/p>\n
**The Heart I Buried for You by Serene Lockwood**<\/p>\n
**Luis\u2019s Restless Heart**<\/p>\n
Luis\u2019s POV:<\/p>\n
Lately, there\u2019s been an unsettling shift in Deanna\u2019s demeanor that I can\u2019t ignore. It\u2019s as if she\u2019s deliberately probing my boundaries, testing me at every turn.<\/p>\n
One moment, she\u2019s within arm\u2019s reach, her warmth inviting and comforting; the next, she\u2019s a distant star, cold and unreachable. This push and pull creates a tumultuous storm inside me, a sensation I\u2019ve never experienced before.<\/p>\n
Even in the quiet of night, when my mind should be occupied with the responsibilities of the pack, I find myself lost in thoughts of her. I catch my gaze lingering on her picture displayed on my phone, her smile hauntingly beautiful, pulling at my heartstrings.<\/p>\n
As the alpha, I\u2019ve always prided myself on being in command, orchestrating every aspect of our lives with precision. Yet, the moment I learned that Jake had come to her rescue, a gnawing panic took root in the pit of my stomach. The thought of her possibly surrendering to him once more sends shivers down my spine.<\/p>\n
\u201cMmm\u2026\u201d<\/p>\n
Deanna\u2019s soft moan drifts through the air, sweet and lingering like the last notes of a haunting melody.<\/p>\n
My senses, heightened beyond those of an ordinary werewolf, pick up every detail. I can hear the rhythmic rush of her blood, feel the heat that pulses through her veins, igniting a primal fire within me.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou want me too.\u201d<\/p>\n
My lips barely graze hers, my voice a low growl filled with yearning. It\u2019s not merely desire that consumes me; it\u2019s an insatiable need to claim what is rightfully mine.<\/p>\n
My hand glides gently across her waist, feeling the warmth of her skin beneath my fingertips\u2014smoother than the finest silk, more precious than the rarest gem.<\/p>\n
\u201cLuis, wait\u2026 Let\u2019s just talk.\u201d Her palm presses against my chest, a weak attempt to create distance.<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
I crush my lips against hers again, one hand firmly gripping her waist while the other tilts her chin, ensuring she can\u2019t escape my gaze.<\/p>\n
As our lips meet, Griffin roars within my mind, a wild beast eager to claim our mate, to solidify our bond.<\/p>\n
I carefully lift her injured leg, mindful of her discomfort, cradling it to prevent any strain.<\/p>\n
Deanna\u2019s eyes snap open, wide with alarm. \u201cLuis, stop!\u201d<\/p>\n
I press my forehead against hers, searching her eyes, my voice thick with longing.<\/p>\n
\u201cI want you tonight, Deanna. Will you give it to me?\u201d<\/p>\n
Her hand, which had been resting against my chest, slowly drops away, and relief floods through me like a wave crashing against the shore.<\/p>\n
In an instant, I begin to unfasten her blouse, one button at a time. Each button that comes loose reveals her flawless skin, glowing softly in the dim light. Griffin stirs within me, more excited than ever.<\/p>\n
\u201cI\u2019ll be gentle,\u201d I whisper, brushing a stray strand of hair behind her ear. \u201cI won\u2019t hurt your leg.\u201d<\/p>\n
The floor-to-ceiling windows reflect our entwined shadows, and I can feel Deanna\u2019s body trembling softly against mine, her breaths coming in uneven gasps. Each time our bodies collide, she stirs something deep within my heart.<\/p>\n
I look down, surprised to see a moonstone bracelet encircling it, delicate and elegant.<\/p>\n
The bracelet is exquisitely crafted. The chain is fine and smooth, perfectly matching each pale yellow moonstone that catches the light.<\/p>\n
Under the soft glow of the bedside lamp, the moonstones shimmer gently, making my wrist appear slender and graceful.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat is this?\u201d I ask, my fingertip tracing the bracelet\u2019s surface, captivated by its beauty.<\/p>\n
\u201cA gift. I picked it up on my trip.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cIt must have been expensive.\u201d I know moonstone is rare in Lycanland, almost never used in jewelry.<\/p>\n
This bracelet is likely worth a fortune.<\/p>\n
Luis raises an eyebrow, a smirk playing on his lips. \u201cIt\u2019s worth more than everything you own combined.\u201d<\/p>\n
I frown at his words. \u201cThen I don\u2019t want it.\u201d<\/p>\n
If it truly holds such value, it feels like a weight too heavy to bear.<\/p>\n
\u201cOh, then I\u2019ll just throw it away.\u201d<\/p>\n
His tone sharpens, and he genuinely reaches to unfasten it, raising his hand as if to toss it towards the trash can.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"template":"","class_list":["post-2214","chapter","type-chapter","status-publish","hentry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"http:\/\/icuow.top\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/chapter\/2214","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=2214"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}