Marked By the Pureblood Alpha (Deanna and Luis) novel Chapter 398

Third-person POV:

The charity gala—once polished and grand—had turned into total chaos. People huddled in little knots, whispering like the room was on fire.

The wolf guards moved in fast, herding the reporters out and pushing the crowd toward the exits to keep things from spiraling.

Deanna knew she'd gotten what she came for tonight.

She was ready to head out with Violet.

They reached the parking lot and were about to get in.

Then a figure came sprinting across the pavement.

Victoria.

She looked like a mother wolf gone rabid—eyes bloodshot, face twisted, not a trace of her usual elegance left.

"Deanna! You're not leaving!" Victoria lunged closer. "This is your setup. You're coming to the Werewolf Enforcement Bureau, and you're telling them it's all fake. Get Jenni released—now."

Violet stepped in immediately, putting herself in front of Deanna.

Violet let out a sharp laugh. "What's there to ‘explain'? Your daughter did it. She killed your nanny, and she locked Deanna to freeze inside that warehouse."

"Lies! You're both liars! You're making it up—you're framing her!"

Victoria refused to believe a single word.

Sure, her precious Jennifer might be spoiled—but she was kind. She would never kill anyone.

It had to be these jealous bitches—jealous of Jennifer's talent, trying to humiliate Bluestone Pack, setting her up on purpose.

Victoria's whole body shook when she pictured Jennifer dragged off on a murder charge.

Everything she'd built—her pride, her plans, her future—gone in one night.

She snapped, turning toward the Bluestone Pack wolf guards nearby.

"What are you waiting for? Grab her. I don't care how you do it—get her to the Bureau and make her undo this. Get Jennifer out."

Four big wolf guards moved in at once, closing the distance like they meant to manhandle Deanna right there.

Deanna's POV:

Violet tightened her grip on the wheel and shot me a look. "Since when do you have guards? And why does it feel like you've got a whole football team?"

I leaned my head into my hand and watched the neon blur outside.

"After I was hospitalized. Luis arranged it."

I'd assumed it would be two or three. I didn't realize he'd stationed nearly ten men in the dark.

The level of security was ridiculous—like the Alpha King himself was the one that needed protection.

Violet nodded slowly. "Your man is ... intense."

She adjusted the wheel and kept going. "Also—Jennifer's in the Bureau now, but one recording isn't much. With Bluestone Pack's influence, they could slap a ‘mental health' excuse on her and probably get her out on bail."

Violet wasn't wrong. Bluestone Pack would do whatever it took to save face.

I'd already gotten Jennifer into custody. I wasn't about to let this die halfway.

While I was still thinking through the next move, Violet said it plainly, "You should call your man. Let him put pressure on the Bureau."