Chapter 342
\nMarked By the Pureblood Alpha (Deanna and Luis) novel Chapter 342<\/p>\n
**Chapter 342: Let\u2019s Go, My Luna**<\/p>\n
In the bustling atmosphere of the interview set, Malcolm took a moment to gather himself. He exchanged a few brief, almost mechanical words with Deanna, his mind racing with thoughts he couldn\u2019t quite articulate. With a determined sigh, he turned away, leaving a palpable tension in the air.<\/p>\n
Luis, however, was not about to let the moment slip away. He shot a piercing glare at Malcolm\u2019s retreating figure, his expression darkening. With a swift motion, he wrapped his arm possessively around Deanna\u2019s waist, drawing her close until their faces were mere inches apart, their bodies fitting together as if they were two pieces of a puzzle.<\/p>\n
Lowering his head, Luis fixed his gaze on her, an unmistakable flicker of jealousy igniting in his eyes. \u201cFrom now on,\u201d he declared, his voice low and serious, \u201cyou\u2019re not allowed to smile at other men.\u201d<\/p>\n
Deanna blinked, her bright eyes wide with surprise. \u201cDid I even smile?\u201d she challenged, her tone playful yet defiant.<\/p>\n
\u201cYeah!\u201d Luis responded with a sharp hum, his lips curling into a teasing imitation of her usual smile, exaggerating the expression just enough to make her laugh. \u201cJust like that!\u201d<\/p>\n
As he flashed his perfect white teeth, Deanna felt a wave of warmth wash over her. She couldn\u2019t help but giggle, the sound light and carefree, a stark contrast to the tension lingering in the air. \u201cSo, what? I\u2019m supposed to keep my mouth clamped shut and look super serious whenever I talk to any guy? They\u2019ll think I\u2019m some kind of monster!\u201d<\/p>\n
Luis smirked, the corners of his mouth lifting in a way that suggested he found the idea amusing. \u201cSounds like a pretty good idea to me,\u201d he teased, his tone light but with an undercurrent of seriousness. In his mind, the thought of her being admired by anyone else was unbearable; he would gladly keep her hidden away, safe from prying eyes.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou\u2019re a psycho!\u201d Deanna exclaimed, trying to pull away from his embrace, but he held her firmly.<\/p>\n
They were surrounded by the chaos of a public event, reporters darting around with cameras, and a few executives from Firelight Scoop lingering nearby, their anxious glances suggesting they were eager to approach but hesitant to interrupt the couple\u2019s moment.<\/p>\n
Deanna felt a rush of discomfort at being the center of attention, wanting nothing more than to escape the scrutinizing gazes. But Luis\u2019s grip was unyielding, keeping her close against him.<\/p>\n
Leaning down, Luis lowered his voice, making it smooth and inviting. \u201cYou remember what you owe me?\u201d he asked, a playful glint in his eyes.<\/p>\n
Deanna looked up at him, confusion etched on her face. \u201cWhat?\u201d<\/p>\n
The gesture felt monumental, as if he were not just offering his hand, but a promise of warmth and protection. Deanna hesitated for a heartbeat, a rush of warmth flooding her chest, spreading through her like a soothing balm.<\/p>\n
Slowly, she lifted her hand, placing it into his larger, more confident palm. The contrast between their hands was striking\u2014her small, delicate fingers fitting snugly within his.<\/p>\n
Luis closed his fingers around hers, intertwining them in a gentle yet firm grasp. One by one, his fingers slid through hers, sealing their connection as he led her forward, stepping out into the world under the watchful eyes of everyone around them.<\/p>\n
As they approached the doors of the interview hall, Malcolm stood off to the side, his gaze fixed on the two of them as they walked away.<\/p>\n
His lashes lowered, shielding the fleeting glimmer of sadness that flickered in his eyes. With a heavy heart, he turned to leave, but not before catching sight of a figure standing a few yards away, equally captivated by the scene. The man exuded an air of chilling hostility, his presence unmistakable.<\/p>\n
It was Jake, the Alpha of the Olsendreich Pack, his eyes locked onto the couple with an intensity that sent a shiver down Malcolm\u2019s spine.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"template":"","class_list":["post-2424","chapter","type-chapter","status-publish","hentry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"http:\/\/icuow.top\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/chapter\/2424","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=2424"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}