Marked By the Pureblood Alpha (Deanna and Luis) novel Chapter 407

Third-person POV:

Under the sharp pressure of Luis's gaze, Harry clenched his fists, his jaw tight, and slowly lowered his head.

The corner of Luis's lips lifted in a dismissive curve. "Since no one is stepping forward, I'll take that as full approval of Mooncrown Corporation's annual financial report."

As soon as the words fell, thunderous applause erupted throughout the conference room—an instinctive show of submission to absolute authority.

After a brief pause.

Luis continued evenly, "As for my personal matter—Deanna of Mistbane Pack becoming my mate—I've decided to gift her 20 percent of my shares in the corporation."

The room exploded into stunned silence, followed by a wave of shock.

People stared at one another, momentarily speechless at the sudden announcement.

Everyone knew most of Mooncrown Corporation's shares were concentrated in the Alpha's hands, operating under a highly centralized ownership structure.

Transferring 20 percent to Deanna represented a level of wealth that was almost unimaginable.

It was enough to buy hundreds of Mistbane Pack malls—and more importantly, it meant Deanna was formally stepping into the very core of capital and power.

A few shareholders couldn't help wanting to voice objections.

But the instant the man on stage swept them with that razor-sharp look, they quietly lowered their hands again.

Luis raised a brow slightly. "Any objections left about my choice of mate?"

Heads bowed across the room, resentment swallowed back in silence.

After all, when you were willing to lift a woman with your own capital like this, who still dared argue?

And just like that, the corporate summit concluded after Samuel wrapped up the final agenda.

One by one, the attendees filed out, shoulders slumped.

"Uncle Harry."

Luis calmly called out to Harry, who was preparing to leave.

Harry stopped and turned slowly, forcing a flattering smile. "Luis, you really do carry your grandfather's legacy now—no, you're even more impressive than he was."

Luis ignored the praise entirely.

Luis—damn him.

Luis's POV:

The apartment was quiet. Too quiet.

I scanned the room, my gaze settling on the woman curled up on the sofa, fast asleep.

She rested her head on one slender arm, knees tucked in, eyes closed. Her features were soft and serene, her breathing slow and even.

I stood there, watching her in silence, my heart melting without me even noticing.

Perhaps sensing the sound, she slowly opened her eyes.

A fluffy little head lifted, staring at me blankly.

The last golden-red light of dusk slanted in from the balcony, turning the ends of her hair honey-colored.

We looked at each other quietly, neither of us speaking.

After a moment, I stepped forward, dropped to one knee by the sofa, took her in from head to toe, and pulled her tightly into my arms.

Only Nyra knew how panicked I'd been in that instant when Deanna disappeared.

And only I knew what it felt like when her message finally appeared.