Chapter 151
\nMarked By the Pureblood Alpha (Deanna and Luis) novel Chapter 151<\/p>\n
**He Pointed at Me, Then Didn\u2019t**<\/p>\n
Deanna\u2019s POV:<\/p>\n
Luis exuded a crisp cedar aroma, sharp enough to cut through the chatter of the room, creating an invisible barrier that seemed to keep the woman at bay. It was as if the air itself thickened around him, a palpable tension that made me acutely aware of the dynamics unfolding.<\/p>\n
I couldn\u2019t help but sense the awkwardness that enveloped us all, a thick fog of discomfort that settled over the gathering.<\/p>\n
A man in a flamboyant shirt broke the silence with a playful jab, \u201cAran is Elysian Club\u2019s star girl. She doesn\u2019t just serve anyone, you know. Looks like you\u2019re in for a treat, Mr. Eaton.\u201d<\/p>\n
Luis, with that signature lazy smile of his, responded, \u201cIs that so?\u201d His voice rolled out, deep and untroubled, as if he was merely an observer in this spectacle rather than the center of attention.<\/p>\n
Aran, with a bright smile, replied, \u201cMr. Larson, you do love to tease me. It\u2019s Mr. Eaton\u2019s first visit, after all. Naturally, I should give him the best service.\u201d<\/p>\n
I took a moment to gather my thoughts, turning my gaze away from the unfolding scene, my eyes drifting toward the head of the table, where the tension seemed to radiate from Luis.<\/p>\n
But then, as if pulled by an unseen force, my eyes locked with his\u2014deep, intense, and piercing.<\/p>\n
Playing felt like a safer option than drinking, especially with the way the atmosphere had shifted.<\/p>\n
Maurice had insisted that if Luis was in good spirits, Bluewave Studio would undoubtedly make it to the finals.<\/p>\n
He never mentioned that I needed to win for that to happen.<\/p>\n
In fact, a thought crossed my mind\u2014perhaps he would only be pleased if I stumbled and fell flat on my face.<\/p>\n
Someone piped up with a suggestion for a straightforward drinking game, something akin to \u201chigh card.\u201d<\/p>\n
As the game commenced, it felt almost rigged when, in the very first round, Luis drew an Ace\u2014the highest card in the deck.<\/p>\n
Laughter erupted around the table, a chorus of amusement.<\/p>\n
\u201cWow, an Ace! Mr. Eaton, who will you be punishing today?\u201d<\/p>\n
Luis raised an eyebrow, his long fingers delicately holding the card, and with a slow, deliberate motion, he pointed it across the table.<\/p>\n
My breath caught in my throat as his finger paused mid-air, hovering in my direction.<\/p>\n
\u201cDrink, drink! Don\u2019t chicken out, man!\u201d<\/p>\n
Maurice stared at the bottles, his complexion paling, but he didn\u2019t dare protest.<\/p>\n
Maggie leaned in close, her voice a conspiratorial whisper in my ear, \u201cDeanna, is that alpha helping us out?\u201d<\/p>\n
I pressed my lips together, shaking my head as I whispered back, \u201cHe\u2019s not that nice.\u201d<\/p>\n
Even if there was a flicker of kindness in him, I knew he\u2019d make me pay for it later, one way or another.<\/p>\n
With a resigned expression, Maurice closed his eyes, as if accepting his fate, then grabbed a bottle and began to chug it down.<\/p>\n
Once he finished the first, he set it down empty and went straight for the next one, the crowd around him roaring with excitement, snapping pictures as if they were witnessing a grand spectacle.<\/p>\n
But by the time he reached the fourth bottle\u2026<\/p>\n
Thud!<\/p>\n","protected":false},"template":"","class_list":["post-2234","chapter","type-chapter","status-publish","hentry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"http:\/\/icuow.top\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/chapter\/2234","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=2234"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}