Chapter 248
\nMarked By the Pureblood Alpha (Deanna and Luis) novel Chapter 248<\/p>\n
**Chapter 248: No Filter**<\/p>\n
**Deanna\u2019s POV:**<\/p>\n
The boy stood defiantly, fists planted firmly on his hips, a miniature warrior ready for battle.<\/p>\n
\u201cI told you to stay put, and what did you do? You moved! Little bro, forget it\u2014let\u2019s just unleash the storm on this disobedient lady!\u201d he declared, his voice brimming with mischief.<\/p>\n
His twin, always eager to join the fray, clapped his hands in excitement. \u201cYeah! Let\u2019s see who can hit her more times!\u201d<\/p>\n
Both of these little rascals, armed with their plastic rifles, aimed them directly at me, their faces lit with gleeful anticipation.<\/p>\n
I felt a bubbling mix of outrage and amusement rise within me, almost making me laugh at the absurdity of the situation.<\/p>\n
Two utterly spoiled terrors, running wild with no brakes and no rules\u2014what a delightful combination.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou keep this up, and I will get mad,\u201d I warned, trying to sound stern, but the words barely left my lips before I realized it was a mistake.<\/p>\n
Their eyes lit up as if I had just handed them a gift.<\/p>\n
\u201cTarget\u2019s aggro! Snipers ready\u2014time to teach her a lesson!\u201d<\/p>\n
My heart raced, climbing into my throat.<\/p>\n
After all, I was newly pregnant, and a barrage of plastic beads wasn\u2019t just a nuisance; it was downright dangerous.<\/p>\n
I quickly scanned the room, my gaze landing on a long-handled broom propped against the wall. Without a second thought, I took a step toward it, my instincts kicking in.<\/p>\n
**Third-person POV:**<\/p>\n
Across the corridor, in the grand ballroom, Luis was engaged in conversation, one hand casually tucked in his pocket, his tall frame relaxed yet commanding.<\/p>\n
Suddenly, a commotion caught his attention. His gaze flicked over, then fixed on a familiar silhouette that stood out amidst the crowd.<\/p>\n
There, at his side, was Vince Vaughn, the Alpha of the Wasteland Pack, bustling about, eager for a moment of recognition from Mooncrown\u2019s heir.<\/p>\n
As Luis\u2019s focus shifted, Vince noticed and chuckled, a proud smile spreading across his face.<\/p>\n
\u201cThose are my twin boys. Always causing chaos. It warms a father\u2019s heart to see them finally working together,\u201d he said, his tone brimming with paternal pride.<\/p>\n
Luis raised an eyebrow, his expression cooling. \u201cYour sons,\u201d he replied, his voice flat, a hint of ice creeping in.<\/p>\n
Vince, blissfully oblivious to the chill in the air, continued to preen. \u201cMr. Eaton, they take after me\u2014handsome, right?\u201d<\/p>\n
Luis\u2019s eyes turned to steel. \u201cA shame they also inherited your empty head,\u201d he shot back, a smirk playing on his lips.<\/p>\n
\u201cDad! He stole our guns! Break his legs, twist off his arms, then make him kneel and beg!\u201d they yelled, their voices filled with youthful bravado.<\/p>\n
Luis snorted, amusement flickering in his eyes. \u201cThat\u2019s what you call \u2018no filter?\u2019\u201d<\/p>\n
With a lazy flick of his wrist, he lifted the toy rifle, his long fingers brushing the trigger with a casual ease.<\/p>\n
Pop-pop-pop\u2014the glass beads flew, snapping against the boys\u2019 suits with a sharp crack.<\/p>\n
\u201cAh! It hurts!\u201d they squealed, their bravado evaporating in an instant.<\/p>\n
\u201cStop! Stop!\u201d<\/p>\n
They began to hop in circles, yowling in exaggerated pain, their little faces twisted in mock agony.<\/p>\n
Vince lunged forward, scooping them up and turning his back to shield them from further assault.<\/p>\n
Beads peppered his jacket, and he grimaced, his face contorting in pain.<\/p>\n
\u201cMr. Eaton\u2014mercy, please! No need to fight with children!\u201d he pleaded, desperation creeping into his tone.<\/p>\n
The scene unfolded like a chaotic ballet, laughter and shouts mingling in the air, a perfect snapshot of the hilarity and madness that defined their lives.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"template":"","class_list":["post-2330","chapter","type-chapter","status-publish","hentry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"http:\/\/icuow.top\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/chapter\/2330","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=2330"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}