Marked By the Pureblood Alpha (Deanna and Luis) novel Chapter 257

**Chapter 257: It’s Been a While Since We’ve Done It**

**Deanna’s POV:**

There I was, perched next to Violet, my heart racing as I watched Erik methodically undo the buttons of his shirt, each one coming undone at a deliberate pace that felt like it was stretching time itself.

As the fabric parted, it revealed tantalizing glimpses of his sculpted abs, the kind of physique that inspired countless fanfictions from women who dared to dream. The sight of that V-line, so perfectly defined, sent a ripple of excitement through the room.

But then, just as he gripped the sides of his shirt, clearly ready to tear it open, my breath caught in my throat.

Every woman present was transfixed, their eyes gleaming with anticipation, like lions waiting for their meal to arrive—each breath a silent prayer for the show to continue.

Suddenly, a heavy weight descended over my head, plunging me into darkness.

What on earth was happening?

I was utterly bewildered.

“Should I call a film crew for you? Perhaps hire some adult-film producers, let you strip to your heart’s content?”

The room was filled with a familiar, deep voice that sliced through the tension like a knife—cold, territorial, and laced with an unmistakable fury.

As soon as those words echoed around me, I yanked the jacket off my head, my heart racing as I took in the sight of the imposing figure standing before us.

Erik, caught mid-strip, froze in place, his hands falling to his sides as he shrugged nonchalantly.

Robert, too, abandoned his peacock display, hastily tucking himself back into his shirt, a smirk playing on his lips.

The whispers that erupted around us spread like wildfire, igniting a buzz of excitement and envy.

“That’s the Mooncrown Pack Alpha—”

“Isn’t his pack a major investor in my last drama?”

“If that pure-blood Alpha looked at me just once, I could die happy—”

Luis swept his gaze across the room, a single glacial look silencing the chatter before he fixed his piercing eyes on Erik. “This is your idea of ‘keeping an eye on her’? Stripping for my mate?”

Erik immediately raised his hands in protest. “Correction: I was stripping for everyone, not specifically for her.”

I was not some reckless fool who would ignore her limits.

Luis frowned at me, his brow furrowing. “What? Planning to go back in and finish the show?”

I shot back, deliberately deadpan, “Erik’s your buddy. Doesn’t that make it… not other men?”

Luis stepped closer, his eyes narrowing, a storm brewing within them. “Even if it’s him, it’s still a no. If you want a strip show, the only one you are allowed to watch is mine.”

A dangerous smirk curled his lips, a knowing glint in his eyes as if an enticing idea had just struck him.

He leaned closer, his voice dropping to a sultry whisper. “Come to think of it, it’s been a while since we’ve done it. That might explain your cravings. My bad—I looked it up. The doctor said after the three-month mark, it’s perfectly safe.”

I was utterly bewildered, my mind racing to catch up with his words.

I shot him a shocked look, then spun on my heel, desperate to escape the conversation.

But I barely got two steps before he scooped me off the ground effortlessly.

One arm cradled my knees, the other secured around my back, lifting me in one smooth motion. His warmth radiated through my clothes, his muscles solid and alarmingly close, sending my heart into a wild flutter.