Marked By the Pureblood Alpha (Deanna and Luis) novel Chapter 312

**The Heart I Buried for You by Serene Lockwood**
**Chapter 312: Luis’s Return**

Zelena stepped once more into the imposing estate, a true monument to absolute authority, and this time, a newfound confidence coursed through her veins. The air was thick with the weight of expectations, yet she found herself less apprehensive than during her previous visit.

With a graceful motion, she advanced and offered a respectful bow. “Good afternoon, Mrs. Eaton.”

Ruth’s gaze met hers, and a faint smile crept onto her lips. “You handled things well,” she remarked, her tone carrying an air of approval.

Zelena’s eyes flickered towards Alina, who stood nearby, her expression unreadable.

Understanding the unspoken cue, Alina promptly retrieved two large, glossy black cases from a nearby table. With a practiced ease, she placed them down with a soft thud that echoed in the spacious room.

As the cases were unlatched, the sight that greeted them was both breathtaking and exhilarating—stacks upon stacks of cash, neatly organized and brimming with promise.

A satisfied grin spread across Zelena’s lips, her heart racing at the sheer magnitude of wealth before her.

Ruth, setting her coffee cup down with deliberate care, stated matter-of-factly, “There’s 50 million in cash here.”

“Thank you, Mrs. Eaton,” Zelena replied, her voice steady despite the whirlwind of thoughts racing through her mind.

A glimmer of calculation danced behind her eyes as she seized the moment. “Since you believe I performed well, would you be interested in collaborating with me again?”

Ruth’s eyebrow arched in skepticism, her expression shifting subtly.

Zelena felt a surge of ambition, her heart pounding with a mix of greed and desire. “Mrs. Eaton, I truly have feelings for Mr. Eaton. If you would permit me, I would like to remain by his side. I promise to be loyal to you and fulfill any requests you have.”

But before she could finish, the atmosphere shifted dramatically.

Suddenly, Alina slammed the lid of one case shut with a resounding bang.

Zelena jumped, her heart leaping into her throat as she turned to Ruth, confusion etched across her features.

Ruth’s voice sliced through the tension, sharp and unforgiving. A wave of ancient dominance washed over Zelena, a force so palpable it felt as if it could bend her will to the ground.

“What do you think you are doing, daring to bargain with me like that?” Ruth’s voice was frigid, laced with a contempt that dripped from her words like venom.

Zelena’s body tensed involuntarily, the weight of Ruth’s presence pressing down on her.

“Mrs. Eaton, I don’t need a title—” she began, but Ruth cut her off with a cold, mocking laugh.

Aaron hesitated, worry etched into his features. “But you were struck by silver bullets. Your wounds require immediate attention.”

Their recent trip to Aestria, Euron, had been fraught with danger, a business venture gone awry as they confronted a traitor within the Mooncrown Pack’s branch office.

On the very first night, Grant had ambushed them, springing a well-laid trap that forced them to the rooftop of a factory, cornered with no avenue for escape. It was in that moment of desperation that Luis lost control.

Under the haunting glow of the moonlight, he transformed into a colossal, lethal wolf, a creature of raw power that eclipsed his usual might. It was this sudden surge of strength that carved out a path to freedom and afforded them precious moments until backup could arrive.

Had it not been for that transformation, they would have perished in the chaos.

Still, Grant held dominion over the territory in Euron, and his forces were numerous and relentless. Despite Luis’s augmented strength during his loss of control, he had emerged from the encounter bearing several knife wounds and painful grazes from the silver bullets.

Luis had spent an entire day and night unconscious in the hospital, his body battered and weary. When he finally regained consciousness and learned of the turmoil surrounding the Mistbane Pack, a fierce determination ignited within him. He forced himself from the hospital bed, boarded a long-haul flight that spanned more than ten grueling hours, and hastened back to Nordvale.

There was no time to address the chaos that Grant had left in his wake.

As he stood there, his face pale and drawn, his voice held a steely resolve that left no room for dissent. “Do my words mean nothing now?”

Aaron stiffened at the intensity of Luis’s gaze. “Sorry. I’ll check immediately,” he replied, urgency infusing his tone as he scrambled to comply.