Chapter 152
Marked By the Pureblood Alpha (Deanna and Luis) novel Chapter 152
In the bustling atmosphere of the dimly lit room, an Omega clad in a daringly short skirt hurriedly made her way toward Maurice, her urgency evident in her every step.
“Mr. Gross, Mr. Gross!” she exclaimed, her voice tinged with panic.
The sight that greeted her was alarming; white foam was bubbling out of Maurice’s nose and mouth, an unsettling spectacle that sent ripples of concern through the crowd.
But as they looked on, a chilling indifference settled over them.
After all, this was merely a punishment sanctioned by the alpha of the Mooncrown Pack, and the collective sentiment was one of apathy.
With the healing capabilities inherent to werewolves, the alcohol that had led to Maurice’s current state was nothing more than a minor inconvenience—a mere stomach pump, really. Even in the unlikely event of his demise, Luis would ensure that everything would be swept under the rug.
Impatience seeped into the voice of one of the members. “Then call someone to carry him to the hospital. You can accompany him and take care of it.”
The Omega, sensing the weight of the moment, dared not utter another word. Instead, she quickly summoned two werewolf attendants who efficiently dragged Maurice away, leaving the atmosphere charged with a mix of relief and anticipation.
As soon as they departed, the next round of the game commenced, the tension in the room shifting back to the cards.
Maggie nodded in agreement, her eyes darting around the room. “Okay.”
However, just as the words left Maggie’s lips, Leo Larson, clad in a garish floral shirt, pointed an accusatory finger directly at Deanna.
Caught off guard, Deanna’s eyes widened slightly. She cautiously raised the corner of her card, her heart racing with uncertainty.
Maggie, glancing over her shoulder, gasped audibly, her expression shifting from surprise to dismay.
Deanna’s card was even worse than Maggie’s, a stroke of misfortune that seemed to plague her tonight.
As Deanna revealed her card, Leo erupted with triumph. “I win!”
Deanna froze momentarily, her mind racing as she processed the implications of his words.
A second later, Leo’s grin widened, and he declared with a playful malice, “Alright, pretty girl, here’s your little punishment. Pick any man here and sit on his lap.”
Deanna’s mind went blank, a whirlwind of thoughts crashing against each other. She had not anticipated a punishment of this nature.
Desperation clawed at her as she nervously glanced toward Luis, who sat there, seemingly unfazed, as if her predicament was of no concern to him.
Maggie leaned in closer, her voice low and urgent. “Deanna, I think you should just pick someone. Otherwise, you might end up like Mr. Gross. These people don’t seem easy to mess with.”
A sly glint danced in Leo’s eyes, a predator savoring his victory.
“Come sit on my lap. I don’t mind at all,” he taunted, his voice dripping with insincerity.
You’re practically drooling over her.
If Deanna were to comply, he’d likely take advantage of her the moment she made contact with his lap.
Eager to put the situation behind her, Deanna stood up, determination fueling her steps as she made her way toward Luis, planning to sit briefly and declare the penalty complete.
Yet, as she navigated the narrow passage between the tables, a foot suddenly shot out from nowhere, catching her off guard.
Deanna stumbled, her balance lost as she pitched forward, her heart racing with panic.
She braced herself for impact with the hard glass table, her mind blanking out in that fleeting moment.
But just then, a strong hand shot out, gripping her slender waist with an unexpected firmness.
Luis had caught her, pulling her close, and Deanna found herself landing squarely in his lap.
The familiar scent of cedarwood enveloped her, grounding her in the chaos of the moment.
Her heart, which had been racing in panic, began to settle, a strange sense of calm washing over her.
Everything transpired in a blur, and as the crowd turned their attention toward them, it appeared as though she had eagerly leaped into Luis’s embrace.
Avoiding Luis’s gaze, she scrambled off him, her cheeks flushed with embarrassment.
The women in the room exchanged knowing glances, their expressions a mix of disdain and surprise.
They had initially perceived her as an innocent little bunny, but now it seemed she had revealed herself to be a cunning fox.