Chapter 191
\nMarked By the Pureblood Alpha (Deanna and Luis) novel Chapter 191<\/p>\n
### Chapter 191: Caught in the Act<\/p>\n
In the throes of an escalating confrontation, Violet felt a surge of indignation at Zelena\u2019s audacity. How dare she present herself as the victim, cloaked in a false sense of righteousness, as if she were blameless in this tangled web of emotions? The disgust that flickered in Violet\u2019s eyes was unmistakable, a reflection of the turmoil brewing within her.<\/p>\n
\u201cNo one looks down on you, Zelena. It\u2019s you who\u2019s looking down on yourself!\u201d Violet\u2019s voice was steady, yet laced with an intensity that couldn\u2019t be ignored. \u201cI don\u2019t care if Luis is a noble werewolf or if he\u2019ll ever take another mate. The fact remains, he\u2019s Deanna\u2019s boyfriend right now. As her best friends, we cannot afford to entertain such twisted thoughts.\u201d<\/p>\n
She paused, her heart racing as she recalled the struggles she and Deanna had faced during their school days. \u201cEven back then, when Deanna and I were navigating our own challenges, we held onto our werewolf pride. Jealousy never drove us to such lows.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cZelena, this is your issue. It\u2019s nothing more than your own vanity and greed!\u201d The words hung in the air, heavy with the weight of truth.<\/p>\n
Zelena felt the heat rise to her cheeks, her face turning a deep shade of crimson. She clenched her fists tightly, fighting against the simmering rage of her wolf spirit that threatened to break free. Every fiber of her being yearned to retaliate, to unleash the truth that they only dared to speak so boldly because they had ascended to a higher status. If they were in her position, they would have clawed their way to the top, no matter how dirty the path.<\/p>\n
But she couldn\u2019t afford to lash out. Not now.<\/p>\n
Bluewave Studio was teetering on the brink of a critical growth phase, and the last thing Zelena needed was for Deanna to discover her moment of weakness. The funding and connections that Deanna provided were lifelines for the studio\u2019s survival. If Deanna learned of her fleeting lapse in judgment, of her misguided attempt to seduce Luis, she would undoubtedly pull her investment and abandon the studio altogether. The thought sent a chill down Zelena\u2019s spine\u2014she would lose everything.<\/p>\n
Taking a deep breath, she fought to steady her racing heart. With a desperate determination, she stepped closer to Violet, grasping her hand in a plea. \u201cViolet, please, don\u2019t tell Deanna. I lost control for just a moment. I never meant any harm.\u201d<\/p>\n
Violet instinctively withdrew her hand, the distance between them a stark reminder of the rift that had formed. \u201cI\u2019m thinking of Deanna\u2019s feelings,\u201d Violet replied, her voice firm yet tinged with concern. \u201cThat\u2019s why I came to speak with you alone today. I\u2019m sure Luis feels the same way. If he didn\u2019t, he wouldn\u2019t have remained silent in her presence.\u201d<\/p>\n
Deanna\u2019s complexion was pale, her expression a mask of cold restraint. \u201cSo that\u2019s what you meant yesterday. I really am a fool,\u201d she said, her voice barely above a whisper.<\/p>\n
Zelena rushed forward, her words tumbling out in a frantic attempt to clarify. \u201cDeanna, you\u2019ve misunderstood. I\u2014I just lost my head for a moment. Nothing happened between me and Luis. Please, don\u2019t think that.\u201d<\/p>\n
Deanna regarded her with a bitter laugh, the sound echoing with a painful truth. Her heart had been in the wrong hands once more, and the realization stung deeply. \u201cReally?\u201d<\/p>\n
Believing that Deanna\u2019s skepticism was fading, Zelena scrambled to reassure her. \u201cYes, absolutely! You\u2019re my best friend. I would never betray you.\u201d<\/p>\n
But Deanna took a step back, a wall of resolve forming between them. \u201cZelena, what do you think constitutes betrayal? Does it only count once you\u2019ve actually succeeded in seducing Luis?\u201d The weight of her words hung heavily in the air, a stark reminder of the fragile trust that now lay in tatters.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"template":"","class_list":["post-2274","chapter","type-chapter","status-publish","hentry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"http:\/\/icuow.top\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/chapter\/2274","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=2274"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}