Marked By the Pureblood Alpha (Deanna and Luis) novel Chapter 443

Third-person POV:

Grant stood stiff. His voice came out grinding between his teeth.

"Impressive, Luis! You really played me! You even wiped out all my overseas assets!"

Everything he planned had fallen apart. Luis was not spiraling out of control. He had already spun a trap so wide and so silent, Grant never saw it coming.

Luis barely looked at him. "I learned from the best."

Grant's fists curled. His eyes burned with rage. Without thinking, he lunged forward and threw a punch at Luis.

Luis did not even blink. He caught the blow with one hand, calm as ever.

Grant tried yanking his arm back, but Luis's grip held like iron.

In one sharp move, Luis flung his arm out. Grant stumbled back, nearly losing his balance.

Grant's werewolf guards raised their weapons instantly. Their barrels all pointed straight at Luis.

The guests screamed. Chaos broke out. People scrambled. The woman in the red dress collapsed to the floor, her heels slipping out from under her. Her face went pale.

Aaron jumped in front of Luis. "You're in Nordvale, Grant. This is not your playground!"

Grant slammed both palms on the table. He leaned forward, ready to attack. "I have nothing left to lose! You think I care now?"

Luis gave Aaron a subtle nod.

Aaron pulled out a phone and tossed it over.

A video began to play. A woman in her forties and a small boy were tied to chairs, crying and begging for help.

Luis tilted his head and gave a quiet smirk. "Want them to go down with you?"

Grant's eyes locked onto the screen. His wife. His son. His lips pressed together. His voice dropped. "Luis. Let them go."

Luis narrowed his eyes. His stare was icy. "Drop the weapons. All of them."

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