Chapter 396
\nMarked By the Pureblood Alpha (Deanna and Luis) novel Chapter 396<\/p>\n
Third-person POV:<\/p>\n
Jennifer propped herself up, fury blazing as she stared at Violet and demanded, “You bitch\u2014so damn cheap you actually stuck your leg out to trip me!”<\/p>\n
Violet shrugged, putting on an innocent face. “Who tripped you? I didn’t see a thing.”<\/p>\n
Jennifer’s face flushed red, her voice pitching higher. “Ahh! Still denying it? It was you\u2014you tripped me!”<\/p>\n
The noise drew attention. People watched Jennifer fall and scramble back up, and the air turned painfully awkward.<\/p>\n
Victoria saw it too and rushed over to steady her.<\/p>\n
“Easy, Jenni. They’re jealous. They don’t want you on that stage, so they tried to sabotage you. Don’t let them get what they want.”<\/p>\n
Jennifer was still boiling inside, but with Victoria coaxing her, she forced the anger down.<\/p>\n
She shot Violet a vicious glare, then turned and strode onto the stage.<\/p>\n
After the performance, she swore she would make them pay for this.<\/p>\n
Once Jennifer stepped onstage, Victoria turned to Deanna and the others and said coldly, “I never thought the future Luna of Mooncrown Pack would be this kind of person.”<\/p>\n
Deanna smiled.<\/p>\n
“I don’t need Mrs. Barkley to hand me a Good Citizen trophy. Even if you don’t like who I am, what can you do about it?”<\/p>\n
Victoria’s throat tightened. She really couldn’t touch Deanna at all.<\/p>\n
But there was plenty of time.<\/p>\n
Who wins or loses\u2014no one knows yet.<\/p>\n
Victoria was good at swallowing things down. She took a deep breath and returned to her seat.<\/p>\n
Onstage.<\/p>\n
Jennifer sat at the center, posture elegant, like something out of a painting.<\/p>\n
She gripped the cello, leaned in slightly, and set her fingers to the strings.<\/p>\n
A deep, stirring cello note rolled out at once, filling the banquet hall. The melody curved and flowed, her technique effortless\u2014sometimes low and aching, like a wolf howling under the moon, sometimes fierce and surging, like a pack in full run.<\/p>\n
The crowd sank into the music, mesmerized, as if nothing else existed.<\/p>\n
Go on. Praise me.<\/p>\n
“Too bad that woman and the pup in her belly were fine. If that little bastard had died, she’d be useless\u2014and Mr. Eaton wouldn’t have made such a huge scene.”<\/p>\n
The lines looped again and again, echoing through the air like a nightmare on repeat.<\/p>\n
The entire charity gala erupted into shocked silence\u2014people staring at each other in disbelief.<\/p>\n
Murder?<\/p>\n
Who could talk vicious thing like that so easily?<\/p>\n
Everyone looked around, trying to find the source and recognize the voice.<\/p>\n
After a beat, it clicked: the woman in the recording sounded like Jennifer on stage.<\/p>\n
Instantly, every head turned toward the stage.<\/p>\n
The reporters, already sharp by nature, surged forward like hungry dogs scenting blood, terrified of missing a story this explosive.<\/p>\n
In an instant, camera flashes erupted across the charity gala in a relentless storm.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"template":"","class_list":["post-2478","chapter","type-chapter","status-publish","hentry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"http:\/\/icuow.top\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/chapter\/2478","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=2478"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}