Chapter 212
\nMarked By the Pureblood Alpha (Deanna and Luis) novel Chapter 212<\/p>\n
**The Heart I Buried for You by Serene Lockwood**
\n**Chapter 212: Wrong Idea**<\/p>\n
Deanna\u2019s POV:<\/p>\n
Luis guided me into an exclusive VIP room, the kind that felt both luxurious and suffocating.<\/p>\n
His hand, warm and reassuring where it enveloped mine, contrasted sharply with the chill that seemed to emanate from him. The cedar scent that usually brought me comfort now felt like a cold wind, a stark reminder of the tension in the air. There was a noticeable absence of his usual tenderness, replaced by an unsettling hardness that made my heart race with uncertainty.<\/p>\n
\u201cPlease examine her,\u201d he instructed the female doctor who stood waiting a few feet away. His voice was flat, almost devoid of emotion, and it sent a shiver down my spine.<\/p>\n
I instinctively wrapped my arms around myself, shaking my head in protest. \u201cI\u2019m not hurt. Really, it\u2019s fine,\u201d I murmured, my voice barely above a whisper, hoping to ease the tension.<\/p>\n
\u201cOr do you want me to do it?\u201d the doctor suggested, her tone neutral but firm.<\/p>\n
Luis\u2019s voice dropped even lower, a calmness that felt ominous. It was darker than I had ever heard it, a tone that hinted at the storm brewing beneath the surface. After spending so much time with him, I could sense the shift in his mood, like a dark cloud rolling in before a thunderstorm.<\/p>\n
With a heavy sigh, I let my arms fall to my sides, surrendering to the inevitable.<\/p>\n
The doctor pulled the privacy curtain closed, creating a small cocoon of safety around us. She began her examination, her hands moving expertly as she assessed my injuries from head to toe. When she finally opened the curtain again, her expression was serious.<\/p>\n
\u201cThere are burn marks from silver on her arms and thighs,\u201d she reported, her voice steady. \u201cAnd some scrapes. She needs a special ointment.\u201d<\/p>\n
I settled obediently onto the bed, feeling the coolness of the sheets beneath me as I allowed the doctor to work. She applied iodine with precision, her touch gentle yet firm. When the iodine made contact with an open cut, a sharp sting shot through me, and I couldn\u2019t suppress a small gasp of pain.<\/p>\n
Luis\u2019s gaze flickered to me, his expression unreadable. He spun a cigarette between his fingers, contemplating it for a moment before returning it to the pack. Then, with an air of finality, he spoke.<\/p>\n
\u201cGet out. I\u2019ll do it,\u201d he commanded, his tone leaving no room for argument.<\/p>\n
The nurse hesitated for a heartbeat before stepping aside and exiting the room, closing the door behind her with a soft click.<\/p>\n
Luis took the ointment from the doctor, his eyes lingering on my arm for a long, contemplative moment. He dipped a cotton swab into the medicine, and when he touched the burn, his hand was surprisingly gentle, as if he were afraid of hurting me further. His breathing was quieter than usual, almost as if he were trying to contain an emotion that threatened to spill over.<\/p>\n
I met his gaze, the dim hospital lights casting shadows across his face. His long lashes obscured some of the feelings swirling within him, but the tension in his jaw was unmistakable, a clear sign of his inner turmoil.<\/p>\n
When he finished applying the ointment, he tossed the used swab into the trash with a practiced nonchalance, yet his eyes remained fixed on me, searching for something.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou should go home for now,\u201d he finally said, his voice carrying an authoritative edge that sent a pang of defiance through me.<\/p>\n
I pressed my lips together, the image of blood staining Jake\u2019s chest flashing in my mind. He had taken a knife for me, a silver blade that could inflict unimaginable pain on werewolves.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou still won\u2019t admit it?\u201d he pressed, his eyes narrowing as if he were trying to peel away my layers.<\/p>\n
\u201cLuis!\u201d I raised my voice, frustration bubbling over as tears threatened to spill from my eyes.<\/p>\n
From the moment Dorothy had attacked me tonight to everything that had transpired on the roof, fear had wrapped around me like a suffocating blanket.<\/p>\n
I longed to hide in his arms, to feel the strength of his Alpha presence wash over me and calm the storm inside.<\/p>\n
But ever since he had arrived, he had been cold, maintaining a distance that felt insurmountable.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat are you shouting about?\u201d His voice remained unnervingly calm, as if my emotions were a mere nuisance to him.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat are you upset about now?\u201d he scoffed, his tone dripping with sarcasm.<\/p>\n
\u201cDo you want me to pray that he wakes sooner?\u201d I retorted, hiding my face in my hands, feeling the weight of despair settle heavily on my shoulders.<\/p>\n
\u201cI don\u2019t have the strength to argue with you right now,\u201d I admitted, my voice trembling slightly.<\/p>\n
\u201cNot have strength!\u201d Luis sneered, his frustration evident. \u201cDeanna, you\u2019re just afraid he might not wake up, aren\u2019t you?\u201d<\/p>\n","protected":false},"template":"","class_list":["post-2295","chapter","type-chapter","status-publish","hentry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"http:\/\/icuow.top\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/chapter\/2295","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=2295"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}