Marked By the Pureblood Alpha (Deanna and Luis) novel Chapter 402

Deanna's POV:

Sunlight streamed through the car window as I shifted into a more comfortable position in the back seat of the Rolls-Royce.

This was the car Luis had specially arranged for my daily outings.

I unlocked my phone and tapped into the day's trending headlines.

Headline: "Bluestone Pack's Heiress Arrested at Charity Gala on Suspicion of Murder."

Reporters had swarmed the entrance of the Werewolf Administration Bureau, digging for more details and updates.

That very night, members of Bluestone Pack and their lawyers arrived at the Bureau one after another, offering an enormous bail in an attempt to secure Jennifer's release.

The enforcement team captain responded in an interview, "To keep this case transparent and fair, we won't be granting Jennifer bail until we've got the full truth."

I casually sent a screenshot to Violet.

She replied almost immediately.

"Thumbs up. Your Alpha is badass!"

I exited the chat and kept scrolling.

Soon, another piece of news caught my eye—this one related to the Mooncrown Corporation, the corporate summit.

I tapped into a video.

The entrance of the Mooncrown Corporation headquarters was surrounded by a dense crowd.

A male reporter in a white shirt stood at the front, microphone in hand, delivering a live broadcast to the camera.

"Today marks the Mooncrown Corporation's annual corporate summit. As the only globally listed corporation run by a pureborn werewolf clan in Nordvale, Mooncrown's financial report has implications for the global economy. Let's look forward to this year's figures."

The camera panned across the front of the building.

Luxury cars arrived one after another like a long, gleaming procession as shareholders stepped out, their expressions solemn and restrained.

Burly werewolf guards stood in precise formation, holding reporters and media well back to maintain order and security.

Even through the screen, the atmosphere felt grand—and tense.

"Bryson, don't worry. I won't tell Luis."

I let go of the handle, my palm damp with sweat. Through the window, I glanced at the car that had sped past—it was already gone.

It was probably just an aggressive overtake ... right?

Hearing my words, Bryson was nearly in tears with gratitude.

"Thank you, Ms. Wiley. I promise, it won't happen again."

He restarted the car, driving far more carefully this time.

I locked my phone screen.

For some reason, I felt unsettled.

Just then, my phone chimed softly.

I unlocked the screen again, and a photo suddenly popped up.