Chapter 147
\nMarked By the Pureblood Alpha (Deanna and Luis) novel Chapter 147<\/p>\n
**The Heart I Buried for You by Serene Lockwood**<\/p>\n
**Chapter 147: Philip\u2019s Threat**<\/p>\n
**Deanna\u2019s POV:**<\/p>\n
As the first light of dawn filtered through the curtains, I found myself lying in bed, staring blankly at the ceiling above me. My mind was a whirlwind of memories, each one vivid and intoxicating, replaying last night\u2019s events like a film on repeat.<\/p>\n
Every moment lingered: the heat of his body against mine, the way his fingers danced over my skin, igniting sensations I had never known before. We had explored every corner of the apartment\u2014on the couch, with its soft cushions; by the window, where the morning light spilled in; at the table, where laughter mingled with desire; even in the shower, where water cascaded over us like a cleansing rain.<\/p>\n
With his tie, we had crafted a game of seduction; with wine, we had toasted to reckless abandon; with our mouths, we had shared secrets and whispers that felt like promises.<\/p>\n
Suddenly, I sat up, the blanket sliding off to reveal the evidence of our passionate night\u2014marks scattered across my skin, red and purple bruises that stood out starkly against my pale complexion. They felt like a brand, a testament to the wildness of our night together, and I couldn\u2019t help but curse Luis under my breath for being such a relentless pervert.<\/p>\n
That wolf had certainly enjoyed himself, leaving me adorned with proof of his madness, yet he had failed to agree to the terms I had laid out. Frustration bubbled within me. I snatched my phone from the nightstand, my fingers flying over the screen as I typed out a message.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou promised me something last night. Are you going to keep your word or not?\u201d<\/p>\n
Just as I was about to hit send, the phone rang, jolting me from my thoughts. I glanced at the screen and answered, my heart racing.<\/p>\n
\u201cStacey? What\u2019s going on?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cMs. Deanna,\u201d she said, her voice hurried and tense, \u201cLuna\u2019s been having chest pains for days. She wouldn\u2019t let anyone tell you, but we all know she wants to see you. Maybe you should come by.\u201d<\/p>\n
A heavy silence enveloped me as I processed her words.<\/p>\n
\u201cShe hasn\u2019t been sleeping at night. The pack medic advised her to go to the hospital, but she refused.\u201d<\/p>\n
Kathryn\u2019s coldness over the years had left deep scars in my heart, yet she was still my mother. Blood ties are not easily severed, no matter how hard one tries to ignore the pull.<\/p>\n
\u201cI\u2019ll come by later today,\u201d I replied softly, my voice barely above a whisper, and then I ended the call.<\/p>\n
With a quick flick of my fingers, I sent Zelena a message, letting her know I\u2019d be late to the office.<\/p>\n
As I rose from the bed, a sharp pain coursed through my joints, as if my bones had been stretched and hastily reassembled. The lingering scent of cedar from Luis still clung to my skin, a haunting reminder of the wild memories we had created together.<\/p>\n
Grinding my teeth in frustration, I cursed him again, but my movements were slow and deliberate, careful not to aggravate the marks he had left behind.<\/p>\n
I rummaged through my closet, selecting a high-neck silk blouse to cover the bruises that marred my throat and body. After a quick wash-up, I climbed into my car and made my way toward the mansion, my thoughts swirling like the autumn leaves outside.<\/p>\n
Upon arriving, the servants greeted me with nods and polite smiles. One of them began to ascend the stairs to announce my presence, but I quickly interjected.<\/p>\n
\u201cI\u2019ll go up myself,\u201d I said, offering a small nod.<\/p>\n
As I reached the second floor, I lifted my hand to knock on the door, but I froze. The sound of raised voices pierced through the air, each word dripping with tension.<\/p>\n
\u201cStacey told me you weren\u2019t feeling well,\u201d I replied, my voice steady but laced with concern.<\/p>\n
\u201cIt\u2019s just a little cold. Nothing serious. Sit down,\u201d she urged, waving me over.<\/p>\n
I remained silent, standing rigidly by the bed, refusing to take a seat. \u201cIf you\u2019re unwell, you should receive treatment in the hospital.\u201d<\/p>\n
At my words, her eyes glistened with unshed tears, and before she could stop herself, they spilled down her cheeks.<\/p>\n
I felt a wave of uncertainty wash over me, unsure of how to comfort her, and quietly turned to leave the room.<\/p>\n
As I stepped out, I nearly collided with Philip, who emerged from his study.<\/p>\n
He flashed a smile that didn\u2019t reach his eyes. \u201cDeanna, your mom\u2019s sick. Why don\u2019t you move home? Having you here will help her recover faster.\u201d<\/p>\n
I stared at him, my expression icy, and flatly rejected his suggestion. \u201cI\u2019m not a doctor. Watching her won\u2019t make her better.\u201d<\/p>\n
For a brief moment, his smile faltered, darkness flickering across his features, but it was quickly replaced with a facade of calm. \u201cCan you set up a meeting for me with Luis? He\u2019s your boyfriend, isn\u2019t he? It\u2019s been quite some time; he should meet your family.\u201d<\/p>\n
A sharp laugh escaped my lips, filled with disbelief.<\/p>\n
\u201cSure. And you\u2019ll pitch your business expansion plan to him, right? Sorry, but we\u2019re breaking up.\u201d<\/p>\n","protected":false},"template":"","class_list":["post-2230","chapter","type-chapter","status-publish","hentry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"http:\/\/icuow.top\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/chapter\/2230","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=2230"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}