Marked By the Pureblood Alpha (Deanna and Luis) novel Chapter 228

**Chapter 228: The Alpha of Grisclaw Pack**

**Deanna’s POV:**

As I stood there, my eyes fixed on Desmond’s infuriatingly self-satisfied grin, a storm of thoughts swirled in my mind. I felt the weight of the moment pressing down on me, and I desperately sought an escape from this predicament. Yet, amidst the chaos, I knew I had to keep my composure. Losing my temper would only serve to tarnish my carefully crafted reputation, no matter how this confrontation played out.

Just then, a voice resonated through the hall, deep and soothing, slicing through the tension like a hot knife through butter. “Every pack has its internal rivalries, but throwing a tantrum when you lose is hardly dignified. Mr. Wiley, your actions are far from justified.”

My heart skipped a beat as I turned my gaze to the man who had stepped in to defend me. He stood tall, radiating authority and sophistication. Dressed in a tailored light gray suit that clung to his frame with impeccable precision, his tie was knotted with an exactness that spoke of his meticulous nature.

A murmur rippled through the crowd, and I caught snippets of conversation. “That’s Malcolm Faulkner. He is the Alpha of Grisclaw Pack and the newly elected president of our Wolfpack Trade Union.”

Grisclaw Pack? Recognition flooded over me. In Nordvale, apart from the pure-blooded Mooncrown Pack, the most formidable packs were Frostbliss, Olsendreich, and Grisclaw. These four packs held the reins of power in the entire Nordvale region. Why would someone of his stature choose to stand up for me?

In that moment, Malcolm lifted his chin, surveying the scene with an air of commanding authority. “Where are the wolf guards?” he inquired, his voice a perfect blend of calm and control.

Within moments, a couple of wolf guards materialized, flanking Desmond with an intimidating presence.

Desmond squirmed, his protestations echoing through the hall. “Let me go! Is this how your Trade Union operates? You don’t even bother to check if Deanna obtained her position through deceit?”

Malcolm responded with a cold, humorless laugh that sent a shiver down my spine. “I believe it’s not your place to speak right now. I’m the president here.”

In a swift, decisive motion, Desmond was escorted from the hall, leaving behind an atmosphere thick with tension that gradually began to dissipate.

As the tension lifted, I felt a flutter of anxiety in my chest, uncertain of what Malcolm’s intervention would mean for Mistbane Group.

Then, with a steady hand, Malcolm seized the microphone from the host, his eyes locking onto mine with an intensity that somehow conveyed reassurance.

He addressed the audience, his voice steady and clear. “Today marks the 50th anniversary of the Wolfpack Trade Union. From our inception, our mission has been to foster friendly exchanges and mutual growth. Through the years, we’ve established ourselves as a benchmark in the industry, thriving on our openness and acceptance of all members. That’s how we’ve achieved success together.”

“This issue, however, is a matter of internal business for Mistbane Group. We should refrain from intervening hastily.”

A wave of relief washed over me as I processed his words. The room, once filled with whispers and murmurs, fell silent, gradually returning to its previous state of normalcy.

“Mr. Faulkner, I want to sincerely thank you for your intervention earlier,” I said, my voice steady despite the whirlwind of emotions churning inside me.

Malcolm turned to face me, adjusting his glasses with a thoughtful expression. “You’re welcome,” he replied, his tone warm yet enigmatic.

In light of Desmond’s earlier outburst, I knew Malcolm had the power to expel Mistbane Group from the Trade Union, yet he had chosen not to.

My curiosity piqued, I asked, “What compelled you to help me just now?”

His smile radiated warmth as he replied, “Ms. Wiley, don’t you remember me?”

**Conclusion**

In the aftermath of chaos, Deanna stood at a pivotal crossroads, grappling with the weight of her decisions and the unexpected support from Malcolm. The confrontation with Desmond had not only revealed the depths of her own resilience but also illuminated the precarious alliances that defined her world. As she dismissed Kylie, the betrayal lingered in the air, yet it was a necessary severance that signified her commitment to integrity and self-preservation. The tension that once enveloped her began to lift, replaced by a burgeoning sense of empowerment. Malcolm’s intervention had not only salvaged her reputation but also opened a door to new possibilities, igniting a spark of hope within her heart.

As she locked eyes with Malcolm, a sense of familiarity washed over her, stirring memories long buried. His question hung in the air, a reminder of a connection that transcended the present moment. Deanna realized that her journey was far from over; it was merely evolving. The stakes were higher than ever, and with Malcolm by her side, she could navigate the complexities of her world with renewed determination. In that moment, she understood that the heart she had buried for the sake of ambition was ready to beat again, not just for herself but for the future she dared to dream of—one where loyalty, integrity, and perhaps even love could flourish amidst the challenges ahead.