Chapter 145
\nMarked By the Pureblood Alpha (Deanna and Luis) novel Chapter 145<\/p>\n
**Chapter 145: We Need to Talk**<\/p>\n
**Deanna\u2019s POV:**<\/p>\n
As I stood before Luis, an unsettling knot twisted in my stomach. The remnants of our heated argument from earlier that day echoed in my mind like a persistent drumbeat, making it difficult to find my voice. How was I supposed to confront him now, in the aftermath of our clash?<\/p>\n
Before I arrived, I had rehearsed my approach in my head, convincing myself, \u201cJust treat him like a sugar daddy. This is purely a duty, nothing more.\u201d Yet, the instant I laid eyes on him, my pulse quickened against my better judgment.<\/p>\n
Perhaps it was his undeniable allure that stirred something within me. His torso was bare, glistening with droplets of water from a recent shower, and the way he carried himself exuded a dangerously captivating alpha energy. Even in my anger, I found it impossible to ignore the striking combination of his chiseled features and sculpted physique, which somehow softened the edges of his notorious temper.<\/p>\n
Luis placed his glass on the counter with a soft thud, and a playful smirk danced on his lips. \u201cI know you like what you see,\u201d he drawled, his eyes sparkling with mischief. \u201cBut could you at least control where you\u2019re looking?\u201d<\/p>\n
A rush of warmth flooded my cheeks as I realized I had been staring unabashedly. Who could blame me? He was standing there draped in nothing more than a towel, practically daring me to look away.<\/p>\n
Just then, a firm knock echoed from the door, breaking the charged silence.<\/p>\n
\u201cMr. Eaton, your dinner has arrived.\u201d<\/p>\n
I turned my head to see two chefs in crisp white uniforms wheeling in a cart laden with culinary delights.<\/p>\n
Luis lifted his chin, a silent command for them to enter. The chefs rolled the cart into the room, meticulously arranging dish after dish on the table. The rich aromas wafting from the plates enveloped the room, tantalizing my senses and making my stomach growl in response.<\/p>\n
Once they had finished setting up, they bowed respectfully and quietly retreated, closing the door behind them.<\/p>\n
\u201cCome eat,\u201d Luis beckoned, his voice low and inviting, drawing me closer.<\/p>\n
I glanced at the table, my stomach protesting the delay. The sight of the sumptuous feast was too tempting to resist. With a resigned sigh, I walked over, settled into my chair, and focused on satisfying my hunger.<\/p>\n
After a few moments of quiet munching, Luis\u2019s voice broke the stillness. \u201cDeanna, feed me.\u201d<\/p>\n
I nearly choked on my food, caught off guard by his audacity. I stared at him, incredulous.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou have hands. Why on earth would you need me to do that?\u201d I asked, bewildered.<\/p>\n
Without missing a beat, he countered, \u201cBecause that\u2019s your duty as my girlfriend.\u201d<\/p>\n
That question silenced me, leaving me momentarily speechless.<\/p>\n
I frowned, annoyance creeping into my voice. \u201cMy ex wasn\u2019t as childish as you are.\u201d<\/p>\n
Luis let out a cold, mocking laugh. \u201cReally?\u201d<\/p>\n
The word barely left his lips before he released me, shoving me back into my chair with a playful shove. He stood up with that signature proud stride of his, leaving the room for a moment. When he returned, he was dressed in black shorts and a casual t-shirt, a sight that only added to my frustration.<\/p>\n
I clenched my teeth, exasperated. This man had some serious issues.<\/p>\n
I glanced at the table filled with delectable food, but my appetite had vanished in the face of his antics. I forced down a few quick bites and deemed it sufficient.<\/p>\n
When I finally finished, I found Luis sprawled lazily on the sofa, engrossed in his phone, as if he were negotiating a high-stakes deal.<\/p>\n
I took a deep breath and approached him, stopping a few feet away to gather my thoughts.<\/p>\n
\u201cLuis,\u201d I began, steadying my voice, \u201cwe need to talk.\u201d<\/p>\n","protected":false},"template":"","class_list":["post-2228","chapter","type-chapter","status-publish","hentry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"http:\/\/icuow.top\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/chapter\/2228","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=2228"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}