Marked By the Pureblood Alpha (Deanna and Luis) novel Chapter 372

Chapter 372 Suffocating Tension

Third–person POV:

The call trilled.

No one picked up on the other end.

Luis’s brows drew tighter; he dialed again.

It was still the same cold, empty hum of the line.

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This estate sat halfway up the hill–there was no way Deanna could have left on her own.

Her phone couldn’t have failed to hear him.

She wasn’t here, and the call didn’t go through–had something… happened?

At the thought, Luis’s eyes went abruptly cold.

The knuckles around his phone stood out as he ground out to the two Bluestone brothers, voice like ice, “Send your servants–everyone–go find her.”

Gerald thought Alpha Luis was simply looking for someone.

With a polite smile, he said, “Mr. Eaton, Ms. Wiley is probably just chatting with friends. When women get talking happily, they forget men–my mate does that all the time.”

Luis lifted his gaze; one glacial look swept over, frost condensing in those eyes.

In an instant, the air seemed to solidify; the pressure of a pure–blood Alpha burst forth.

Harrison and Gerald felt a chill from head to toe and had to fight the urge to bow.

How had the man talking just fine a moment ago turned into someone who looked ready to kill…

Harrison snapped out of it and hurriedly summoned the butler.

“Maynard, take people and find out where Ms. Wiley is–now.”

The butler accepted the order.

He immediately led five or six servants to search the banquet halls, up and down.

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Chapter 372 Suffocating Tension

Gerald tried to say something to ease the mood.

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“Mr. Eaton

… don’t worry. Tonight’s birthday gala has four salons–front, rear, left, and right. Ms. Wiley may be in one of them, enjoying herself?”

He looked up–only to meet Luis’s gaze again, devoid of warmth and piercing as a blade.

He shook all over, his breath catching; he didn’t dare add another word.

After a while, the butler returned from a sweep of the halls, head lowered, reporting truthfully,

“Mr. Barkley, we did not see Ms. Wiley in any of the front, rear, left, or right salons.”

“Heh.”

Luis’s lids lifted with a frigid flick; his face was thunderous as he let the glass in his hand fall.

A sharp crack echoed across the hall.

Crystal shattered across the floor.

Under the blaze of the chandeliers, the splash of liquor shimmered with a strange light, chilling as if it were cold blood.

Guests around them startled at the force of that chill; the Omegas hunched their shoulders in fright, and the other betas all dropped their gazes.

Luis’s mouth curved, an eerie arc at the corner. “A living person vanishes under your roof?”

The threads of cold in his voice made the scalp prickle.

Harrison and Gerald were sweating icy rivulets.

If they didn’t find the Alpha’s fiancée tonight, forget the North District contract–Bluestone Pack itself might be in grave trouble!

Harrison spun and roared at the butler, “Did you actually search carefully?”

The butler’s legs were shaking under Luis’s aura; he stammered, “We–we searched the salons. Upstairs… the young masters‘ and young ladies‘ rooms … not yet.”

Luis’s patience snapped; he raised his phone and placed a call.

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