Marked By the Pureblood Alpha (Deanna and Luis) novel Chapter 220

**TITLE: The Heart I Buried for You by Serene Lockwood**
**Chapter 220: I Will Think It Through**

In the dim light of the charity gala, Luis barely managed to lift his eyelids, the brilliance of the diamond necklace glinting in a way that obscured any glimpse of emotion in his eyes. The room buzzed with chatter and laughter, but for him, there was only a profound silence, punctuated by the soft tapping of his fingertips against the edge of the table—a rhythmic sound that seemed to echo his internal turmoil.

Clarissa felt her heart race, the anticipation swirling within her like a tempest. She couldn’t help but feel her lips curve upward, a smile breaking free as hope ignited within her. But in the blink of an eye, everything shifted. With an abrupt motion, Luis tossed the diamond necklace back into the black velvet box with a sharp, crisp “click,” an act devoid of tenderness. In that moment, the warmth of his presence turned frigid, like a winter chill sweeping through the air.

“Put it away,” he commanded, his tone flat and devoid of any warmth.

With that simple phrase, Luis rose from his seat, exuding an air of nonchalance that belied the tension hanging in the atmosphere. He cast a glance at Aleg, the host of the gala, who sat at the table, his voice dripping with indifference as he continued, “Aleg, I’ve got something else to handle, so I’ll be on my way. Add another fifty million to my donation tonight and make it a total of one hundred million. Donate it all to charity.”

His words hung in the air, heavy with the weight of his decision. After delivering his message, he stepped forward, ready to leave, a figure of power and resolve.

The room fell into a stunned silence, everyone frozen in disbelief at the sudden turn of events.

Clarissa blinked rapidly, her body tensing as disappointment washed over her like a cold wave. She had allowed herself to hope for too much, and now, the reality of his rejection was stark and painful. Instinctively, she stood, her voice breaking through the stillness, “Mr. Eaton, weren’t you going to give me that diamond necklace?”

Luis halted mid-step, turning to face her with a half-smile that felt more like a smirk. “When did I ever say I’m giving it to you?” he replied, his tone laced with a teasing edge.

In truth, he had never explicitly promised her the necklace. He had merely asked if she liked it.

Maybe I misinterpreted his intentions, she thought, a flicker of self-doubt creeping in. No. There’s no way I could have misunderstood his interest!

“You just asked if I liked it, I thought… I thought…” she stammered, her heart racing with confusion.

“Liking something and actually receiving it are two entirely different matters. If you can’t grasp that distinction, perhaps you should head back to Werewolf University for a little refresher course,” he retorted, his patience clearly waning.

With that, Luis turned his back on her, dismissing her as if she were nothing more than an afterthought.

It feels like the faint energy of the baby inside me is echoing with my own, she thought, a bittersweet realization settling in. For the first time, she truly felt the presence of new life growing within her. That thought pierced her heart, a dull ache that felt like a blade stabbing deep.

Not far away, a sleek black Porsche adorned with the Mooncrown Pack totem sat quietly, its presence almost ghostly in the shadows. Luis leaned against the car, one hand tucked casually in his pocket, the ground around him littered with discarded cigarette butts. He still held a glowing ember between his fingers, the smoke curling into the night air, hinting that he had been waiting for some time.

He blended seamlessly into the darkness, a shadow among shadows, making it difficult for anyone to notice him unless they looked closely. His eyes, dark and brooding, were fixed on the slender figure in the distance—Deanna.

As he took a long drag from his cigarette, his chest tightened, the smoke swirling harshly in his lungs. The image of her fragile back as she left the gala haunted him, propelling him to this spot, drawn by an invisible thread of concern and longing.

With a sense of impatience, Luis flicked the cigarette to the ground, crushing it beneath the sole of his shoe, extinguishing its glow. After a moment of contemplation, he slid into the driver’s seat of the Porsche, the engine roaring to life with a powerful growl that echoed through the entrance of Zedowood.

As the luxury car sped off into the night, kicking up dust and gravel in its wake, Deanna heard the unmistakable sound and instinctively turned her head. All she caught was the sleek silhouette of the car as it vanished into the darkness.

That car looks just like Luis’s, she mused, a bitter laugh escaping her lips. There’s no way he’d show up here. He’s probably off somewhere with Clarissa, reveling in their romantic evening together, leaving her to grapple with the weight of her own choices.