Chapter 180
\nMarked By the Pureblood Alpha (Deanna and Luis) novel Chapter 180<\/p>\n
**The Heart I Buried for You by Serene Lockwood**
\n**Chapter 180: It\u2019s All in the Past (Part One)**<\/p>\n
**Luis\u2019s POV:**<\/p>\n
After my eyes skimmed through the message, I exited the chat interface, my thumb hovering over the screen, contemplating whether to turn it off.<\/p>\n
The sight of \u201cAsshole\u201d next to my name in the WhatsApp contacts made my brow furrow with confusion and amusement.<\/p>\n
Without a moment\u2019s hesitation, I playfully nipped at Deanna\u2019s earlobe, my voice a teasing whisper, \u201cAm I really an asshole?\u201d<\/p>\n
She inhaled sharply, her breath hitching in surprise. \u201cYou\u2019re always messing with me. What else should I call you?\u201d<\/p>\n
Her reaction was revealing; I sensed there was more beneath the surface than she was letting on.<\/p>\n
Curiosity piqued, I tapped back into WhatsApp, searching for clarity.<\/p>\n
That\u2019s when I stumbled upon a message that sent a chill down my spine.<\/p>\n
\u201cIt\u2019s thundering outside. It\u2019s scaring me.\u201d<\/p>\n
My heart tightened painfully as my finger lingered over the cold glass, tracing the words that felt so foreign.<\/p>\n
It struck me as odd; I had no recollection of ever receiving that text.<\/p>\n
That particular night had been chaotic\u2014my grandmother had suffered a sudden stroke, and in the rush to get her the blood transfusion she desperately needed, I had left my phone and clothes with the maid, too consumed by worry to think of anything else.<\/p>\n
Could it be\u2026<\/p>\n
\u201cDeanna.\u201d<\/p>\n
I hesitated, the weight of my thoughts pressing down on me, before finally speaking in a hushed tone.<\/p>\n
She turned to me, concern etched across her features. \u201cWhat\u2019s wrong?\u201d<\/p>\n
I instinctively tightened my arm around her waist, as if anchoring myself in the moment.<\/p>\n
Then, slowly, I lifted her up, placing her on the pristine glass countertop, our eyes locked in a silent conversation.<\/p>\n
Looking deep into her eyes, I said with utmost seriousness, \u201cI had no idea you wanted me to come back that night.\u201d<\/p>\n
Deanna blinked, her dark eyes wide and expressive, searching my face for answers.<\/p>\n
\u201cIt\u2019s fine. You said your grandma was sick. I get it.\u201d<\/p>\n
A wave of guilt washed over me, heavy and suffocating. I murmured, \u201cI\u2019m sorry.\u201d<\/p>\n
All this time, I had assumed it was just one missed night, a blip in our routine.<\/p>\n
I hadn\u2019t realized she had been waiting, sending messages, hoping against hope that I would return home to her.<\/p>\n
**Chapter 180: It\u2019s All in the Past (Part One)**<\/p>\n
My heart raced, electricity surging from where his hand met my skin, igniting every nerve ending.<\/p>\n
His scent enveloped me\u2014cedar and warmth, possessive and intoxicating, creating an invisible net that pulled me closer to him.<\/p>\n
As his hand began to draw slow, teasing circles on my back, tiny fires ignited across my skin, and when he finally entered me, a soft, breathless moan escaped my lips.<\/p>\n
\u201cDeanna.\u201d<\/p>\n
I looked up at him, my eyes clouded with desire. \u201cMm \u2026 ?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cIf I ever don\u2019t text back, or if I say something that bothers you, just call me. Ask me directly,\u201d he urged, his tone earnest, a promise hanging in the air between us.<\/p>\n
\u201cOkay,\u201d I replied, my heart swelling with both affection and anxiety.<\/p>\n
The next morning, I rifled through my closet, pulling out a black-and-white Chanel knit jacket, pairing it with skinny blue jeans and a set of heels that made me feel powerful and ready to conquer the day.<\/p>\n
Just then, Maggie peeked her head into my office, her eyes sparkling with mischief.<\/p>\n
\u201cDeanna, you look so good today! What happened last night?\u201d<\/p>\n
A smile tugged at my lips, but I quickly shot back, \u201cMind your own business.\u201d<\/p>\n
At that moment, Zelena emerged from her office, her expression still troubled, casting a shadow over the lightness of the morning.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"template":"","class_list":["post-2263","chapter","type-chapter","status-publish","hentry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"http:\/\/icuow.top\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/chapter\/2263","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=2263"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}