{"id":2306,"date":"2026-09-28T19:45:00","date_gmt":"2026-09-28T19:45:00","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/icuow.top\/index.php\/chapter\/marked-by-the-pureblood-alpha-deanna-and-luis-223\/"},"modified":"2026-09-28T19:45:00","modified_gmt":"2026-09-28T19:45:00","slug":"marked-by-the-pureblood-alpha-deanna-and-luis-223","status":"publish","type":"chapter","link":"http:\/\/icuow.top\/index.php\/chapter\/marked-by-the-pureblood-alpha-deanna-and-luis-223\/","title":{"rendered":"Chapter 223"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>Chapter 223<br \/>\nMarked By the Pureblood Alpha (Deanna and Luis) novel Chapter 223<\/p>\n<p>**The Heart I Buried for You by Serene Lockwood**<br \/>\n**Chapter 223: Is She Really That Sick of Me?**<\/p>\n<p>**Luis\u2019s POV:**<\/p>\n<p>As Deanna settled into her seat across from me, a grin broke free on my lips, despite the tension that had been building inside. The anticipation of sharing this meal with her had kept me from touching any food, and I had meticulously ordered all her favorite dishes, hoping to create a moment she would cherish.<\/p>\n<p>Yet, just as I began to feel the warmth of our shared space, she abruptly excused herself, rushing away to the restroom. The sound of her retching echoed in my ears, and a wave of concern washed over me. *Is she really that sick of me already?*<\/p>\n<p>When she returned, her eyes cast downward, she spoke in a flat tone that struck me like a cold gust of wind. \u201cThere are plenty of people dying to eat with Mr. Eaton. Clarissa, for one, is great at taking care of you. You don\u2019t need me.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>Her words stung, and my initial annoyance flared up again. But as I took a moment to really look at her, I noticed the subtle tremor in her hands and the way her shoulders slumped. I let out a soft laugh, reclining against the sofa, allowing my arm to drape casually over the backrest. \u201cWhat, Ms. Wiley, are you jealous?\u201d<\/p>\n<p>She lifted her gaze to meet mine, her expression inscrutable, her voice icy as she replied, \u201cNot at all. Mr. Eaton and I are strangers now. I\u2019m only here as the head of Mistbane Group to report on the project.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>A crooked smile played on my lips, half-mocking, half-amused. *She\u2019s right, isn\u2019t she?*<\/p>\n<p>How could someone like her ever feel jealousy? It was as if she had locked her heart away, hidden behind layers of professionalism and emotional distance.<\/p>\n<p>Just then, my phone buzzed insistently in my pocket, pulling me from my thoughts. I glanced at the screen and answered without hesitation.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cLuis, the Alpha of Blackcreek Pack is coming in a few days. We\u2019ll be meeting with them soon, so make sure to fit the meeting into your schedule,\u201d Grandma\u2019s voice crackled through the line, her tone brisk and authoritative.<\/p>\n<p>**Deanna\u2019s POV:**<\/p>\n<p>I was seated close enough to Luis to catch the unmistakable sound of Ruth\u2019s voice on the other end of the line. Instantly, I straightened up, the mention of Blackcreek Pack sending a jolt of anxiety through me.<\/p>\n<p>I recalled the whispers of Luis\u2019s impending marriage to someone from that very pack. *So it\u2019s official\u2014they\u2019re really making the arrangements now\u2026*<\/p>\n<p>The mere thought of it sent the nausea I had barely managed to suppress surging back to the surface, threatening to overwhelm me.<\/p>\n<p>I halted and turned to face them, my gaze sharp and unwavering. \u201cCan\u2019t we stand on our own? Do we have to act like lapdogs for Mooncrown Pack?\u201d<\/p>\n<p>With that, I spun on my heel and walked away, refusing to look back, the weight of my emotions too heavy to bear in their presence.<\/p>\n<p>**Third-person POV:**<\/p>\n<p>The two deputies stood there, momentarily stunned by the force of her outburst.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cWhy is Ms. Wiley so mad? It\u2019s normal to ask for investment in business. What\u2019s wrong with that? Most people would kill for a chance to get on Mooncrown Pack\u2019s good side,\u201d one muttered, confusion etched across their face.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cMaybe Ms. Wiley just doesn\u2019t want to owe them any more favors. That\u2019s probably why she\u2019s so annoyed,\u201d the other suggested, trying to make sense of the sudden shift in her demeanor.<\/p>\n<p>As they exchanged bewildered glances, the atmosphere in the lobby grew tense, the weight of unspoken words lingering in the air.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"template":"","class_list":["post-2306","chapter","type-chapter","status-publish","hentry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"http:\/\/icuow.top\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/chapter\/2306","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=2306"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}