Marked By the Pureblood Alpha (Deanna and Luis) novel Chapter 213

**Chapter 213: Last Two Hours**

**Deanna’s POV:**

I stood at the precipice of my emotions, feeling as though I were balancing on a tightrope stretched thin over an abyss, the ground beneath me crumbling away. My thoughts swirled chaotically, a tangled web of confusion and pain, each frayed thread pulling at my heart. The atmosphere around us was charged, thick with the weight of unspoken words and unresolved feelings that pressed down on me like an oppressive fog.

Finally, gathering every ounce of bravery I could muster, I broke the silence. “Luis, don’t forget our three-month deal. In just a few hours, it will all be over!” My voice quivered slightly, the urgency of my declaration slicing through the heavy tension that enveloped us.

His eyes ignited with a fierce intensity that sent a shiver racing down my spine. The rich, sharp scent of cedar filled the air, wrapping around us like a tempest, amplifying the storm brewing between us.

“You remember that so clearly. What, have you been counting down the days until we’re done?” he retorted, disbelief lacing his words, as if he couldn’t fathom my resolve.

I lifted my chin defiantly, meeting his gaze with unwavering determination. “That was your promise. You’re the Alpha of the Mooncrown Pack; don’t tell me you’re going to backtrack on your word now.” My heart raced, a tumultuous mix of anger and desperation bubbling beneath the surface, threatening to spill over.

Luis glanced at the expensive watch clasped around his wrist, a smirk creeping onto his lips that only fueled my frustration. “What’s the rush? We still have two hours left, don’t we?” His nonchalance infuriated me further, igniting a fire within.

The heat of my frustration surged, and I refused to waste breath on futile arguments. I stood up, determined to escape this stifling atmosphere that felt as if it were closing in around me.

Just as I made my move to leave, a powerful hand gripped my arm from behind, yanking me back with an unexpected force. In an instant, I found myself propelled onto the bed, the impact knocking the breath from my lungs and sending my heart racing.

Luis loomed over me, his presence overwhelming, a storm ready to unleash. I pushed against him with all my strength. “Are you out of your mind? This is a hospital!” I exclaimed, panic flooding my voice, my heart pounding in my chest.

He grinned, a dangerous spark igniting in his eyes as he grasped my chin, forcing me to look into his gaze. “Relax. No one’s going to dare walk in.”

And then, without warning, he kissed me—rough and possessive, as though he sought to consume every part of me. I struggled against him, but the weight of his body pinned me down, amplifying my sense of helplessness, my heart racing in a chaotic rhythm.

In a moment of anger and defiance, my hand shot out, and I slapped him hard across the face.

**Smack!** The sound echoed through the room, sharp and shocking, freezing the moment in time.

Luis froze, his expression shifting from surprise to something deeper, more tumultuous. His eyes blazed with a wild, unspoken fury, and I could see the anger simmering just beneath the surface.

I stared at the angry red mark blooming on his cheek, my heart pounding in my chest like a war drum. My mouth opened, ready to explain that it had been an accident, but the words caught in my throat, choking me.

“Deanna! Do I disgust you that much?” he snapped, his voice dripping with fury, each word a dagger aimed straight at my heart.

The apology I had intended to offer felt heavy and unutterable, a weight that choked me from the inside. Fine. Perhaps this was for the best after all.

We were ending things anyway. There was no sense in trying to leave a good impression now.

I pushed him away and stood up, my back turned to him, desperate to mask the turmoil within. But the tears I had been holding back began to spill, soaking into my clothes and leaving tiny, blurred patches of wetness behind.

I swallowed hard, forcing down the lump in my throat as I spoke, my voice trembling. “Our three months are up, Luis… let’s not contact each other again.”

The truth was, I had rehearsed this moment countless times—how to say goodbye with grace and dignity. But I never envisioned it would unfold like this, with tears streaming down my face, my heart feeling as if it were shattering into a million pieces.

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