Marked By the Pureblood Alpha (Deanna and Luis) novel Chapter 430

Deanna's POV:

I blinked. "What's this?"

Luis reached out and gently stroked the top of my head, his voice tender. "This was the ring my mother wore at her bonding ceremony. I'll get you a better one later."

Our eyes met, and I understood.

After that day, it was as if we had made an unspoken agreement. Neither of us had mentioned that sapphire ring since.

This man always understood me so well.

He knew that seeing the sapphire ring would remind me of Puddy.

Before, Luis had given me a moonstone bracelet, one designed to symbolize eternal promises and true love.

That sapphire ring must have been just as rare and precious.

But because of my emotional scars, he had quietly set aside that sapphire ring and replaced it with a different one.

Luis gazed at me deeply, holding my fingers tightly, as if he was afraid I might slip the ring off. There was a faint tremor in his voice. "That proposal wasn't perfect, but you already said yes. So, Deanna, you can't take it back."

Seeing this rare, almost anxious look on his face touched the softest part of my heart.

A teasing smile curved my lips. "Mr. Eaton, if we don't get moving, the city hall is going to close."

Luis paused for a moment, then his lips curved upward, and a soft warmth spread through his eyes.

He took my hand and walked toward the entrance of the city hall, each step deliberate and sincere.

His back was tall and straight, his broad silhouette completely enveloping mine.

It was as if he was saying that no matter what lay ahead, he would shield me from everything and keep me safe.

Our intertwined palms were slick with sweat. I couldn't tell if it was his or mine.

He lowered his head until his forehead pressed against mine, his voice serious and certain. "Deanna, listen to me carefully. In this lifetime, unless death parts us, we will never be apart."

His words were like the oldest and most steadfast of vows, and I felt my eyes begin to sting with warmth.

Then he took my hand again and led me into the city hall.

The hall was solemn and quiet, its walls carved with ancient wolf runes and celestial patterns.

Following the directions, we retrieved a waiting number from a terminal that glowed with faint blue runes. The ticket shimmered with a pale gold number "8".

We approached the corresponding window, and Luis handed over the scrolls.

The clerk took them and carefully unrolled them, examining the bloodline lineage and identity seals written in special ink.

After verifying our information, he entered our details into the system.

Then he picked up a special quill pen and inscribed our names onto two thick, leather-bound ceremonial bond documents, sealing each one with the registry's softly glowing official stamp.