Marked By the Pureblood Alpha (Deanna and Luis) novel Chapter 374

Chapter 374 You’re Not Allowed to Close Your Eyes

Deanna’s POV:

The warehouse was damp and dark, the bone–piercing cold mingling with a heavy fog.

A skin of ice had already filmed over the floor, breathing a chill that made the heart quail

Maggie and I curled up in a corner; I no longer knew how long we’d been here.

Maggie was frozen stiff; she’d still been shouting at the door earlier–now she was too cold to make a sound.

I curled my whole body, both hands clamped tight over my belly.

Maggie turned her head toward me; seeing my eyes closed, she jolted. “D… Deanna, Deanna. Don’t scare me.”

At her call, I slowly opened my eyes and answered weakly, “Mm…”

With a sob in her voice, Maggie said, “Ms. Deanna, didn’t you say Mr. Eaton would come save us? Why isn’t he here yet?”

As she spoke, tears kept falling, sliding off her face and freezing the moment they hit the floor.

I wanted to tell Maggie I hadn’t fallen asleep, but my throat felt jammed with something; not a word would come.

My consciousness began to blur.

I thought of many things.

I thought of Dorothy’s anger when I was little.

Back then, I never understood–no matter how obedient I was, Dorothy never liked me. Why did she hate me so much?

Later, I learned she wasn’t my mother.

She was human, and I was a werewolf.

I felt relieved–because the mother in my heart wasn’t like that.

The scene flipped; I was back at Mistbane.

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Chapter 374 You’re Not Allowed to Close Your Eyes

Philip and Kathryn resisted my return, saying I’d disturbed their peaceful life.

Jillian was always saying, “Why did you come back to steal my place?”

Only then did I realize I’d always felt like a burden–like I didn’t belong anywhere.

The family love I yearned for wasn’t as beautiful as I imagined…

Then I thought of Jake’s coldness–until the end, when he knelt and begged my forgiveness.

They were all cruel.

So cruel, I wanted none of it.

So cruel, I sealed myself tight, as if that way no one could hurt me again.

But someone appeared.

Luis’s eyes were so gentle; he gazed at me without moving.

I often saw my own reflection in his eyes, heard his low, magnetic voice say, “Deanna, how can you be so slow?”

Hmph. I’m not slow at all.

Luis smiled. “If you’re not, why can’t you see that I love you?”

I didn’t believe it. None of them loved me.

But Luis took my hand and pressed it to his chest; his heartbeat, heavy and strong, thudded from his ribs into my palm and up into my own chest.

That “I love you” was so clear I couldn’t ignore it

Luis folded me into his arms; his embrace was warm, as if it could fend off all malice.

I heard his low, unhurried voice, indulgent in tone. “Silly girl.”

I suddenly laughed–laughed until tears slipped out.

Images fluttered and scattered…

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