Chapter 309
\nMarked By the Pureblood Alpha (Deanna and Luis) novel Chapter 309<\/p>\n
**The Heart I Buried for You by Serene Lockwood**
\n**Chapter 309: They Understood**<\/p>\n
**Deanna\u2019s POV:**<\/p>\n
The moment that familiar voice reached my ears, time seemed to freeze, and I felt a sudden hitch in my breath. It was as if the world around me had faded away, leaving only that sound\u2014so dear, yet so distant.<\/p>\n
\u201cMila? Is that really you?\u201d I called out, my voice trembling with a mixture of disbelief and hope, echoing in the hidden corners of my mind.<\/p>\n
\u201cIt\u2019s me, Deanna. I\u2019m back.\u201d Her voice resonated with fatigue, yet it carried a strength that pierced through the fog of my uncertainty. \u201cI\u2019m sorry. I\u2019ve been gone for far too long.\u201d<\/p>\n
Instantly, warmth flooded my eyes, blurring my vision with unshed tears.<\/p>\n
It was my wolf. My Mila\u2026 the spirit that had been dormant within me for what felt like an eternity, more than six months of silence and solitude.<\/p>\n
So many nights, I had reached out to her in my thoughts, whispering her name into the void, only to be met with silence. Countless times, I found myself grappling with the fear that I might have to live my life as an Omega, forever without my wolf.<\/p>\n
But I clung to the memory of her promise, the vow she had made before succumbing to slumber. Mila had assured me she would return, and I had to believe in her words.<\/p>\n
Now, in this moment of raw anger and helplessness, she had answered my call.<\/p>\n
A wave of joy surged through me, mingling with a warmth that awakened something deep within my soul.<\/p>\n
That energy coursed through my veins, spreading like the first rays of sunlight breaking through a darkened sky. The turmoil that had gripped me moments before dissipated, and I noticed the marks on my fingers\u2014evidence of my tension\u2014beginning to fade. A soft, golden glow shimmered at my fingertips, a sign of something profound stirring within me.<\/p>\n
What was happening? Why did it feel so new, so exhilarating?<\/p>\n
\u201cI\u2019ll explain later. For now, we need to leave this place,\u201d Mila urged gently within my mind, her presence a soothing balm to my frayed nerves.<\/p>\n
\u201cOkay,\u201d I replied softly, feeling a renewed sense of purpose.<\/p>\n
With Mila\u2019s return fortifying me from the inside, I gathered the scattered pieces of my emotions and lifted my head high.<\/p>\n
Malcolm\u2019s gaze was fixed on me, concern etched across his face, while the reporters surrounding us looked on like ravenous wolves, eager to pounce.<\/p>\n
Taking a deep breath, I steadied myself and addressed the room with clarity, \u201cMy boyfriend is a personal matter. I\u2019m sorry, but I won\u2019t be answering that question.\u201d<\/p>\n
With that, I placed the microphone down and stepped off the stage, feeling a mix of liberation and trepidation.<\/p>\n
**Third-person POV:**<\/p>\n
As Deanna descended from the stage, Rachel momentarily froze, her mind racing to catch up with the whirlwind of events.<\/p>\n
But in an instant, she snapped back to reality, seizing the microphone left behind by Deanna with a sense of urgency.<\/p>\n
Every reporter\u2019s eyes lit up at the prospect of a new scandal unfolding before them.<\/p>\n
\u201cMr. Faulkner, we need an answer!\u201d<\/p>\n
Malcolm hesitated, his thoughts drifting toward the direction where Deanna had just vanished, her silhouette fragile and defeated. A sharp pang of emotion gripped his chest.<\/p>\n
If that man can\u2019t protect her\u2026 then I will be the one to take care of her.<\/p>\n
I can offer her a brighter future.<\/p>\n
\u201cMr. Faulkner, are you the father?\u201d another reporter pressed, urgency lacing their tone. Malcolm allowed a faint smile to surface, but he refrained from answering directly.<\/p>\n
\u201cThank you all for joining us today. As you leave, the Beta of the Grisclaw Pack will distribute cash envelopes from me to each of you. Consider it a token of my appreciation. I hope you will be fair in your reporting.\u201d<\/p>\n
The reporters exchanged knowing glances, a silent understanding passing between them.<\/p>\n
As seasoned professionals, they recognized the unspoken agreement.<\/p>\n
And just like that, the gears of their minds began to turn, shaping the narrative of today\u2019s events into a story that would capture headlines.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"template":"","class_list":["post-2391","chapter","type-chapter","status-publish","hentry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"http:\/\/icuow.top\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/chapter\/2391","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=2391"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}