Marked By the Pureblood Alpha (Deanna and Luis) novel Chapter 268

**Chapter 268: Do I Have to Repeat Myself?**

**Zelena’s POV:**

My heart raced as I felt the weight of the moment crash down on me. I instinctively wrapped my arms around my body, a futile attempt to shield myself from the tempest that was Mason. Desperation laced my voice as I pleaded, “Please… I’m not ready yet.”

Mason’s smirk widened, his eyes glinting with a predatory gleam. “You mentioned Mr. Eaton had his eye on you. Just imagine it—his woman is right here, in my bed. The thought alone is exhilarating.”

In that instant, he pressed his body against mine, invading my space with an unsettling proximity. The foul scent of his breath hit me like a slap, and an overwhelming wave of revulsion washed over me. I instinctively pushed him away, my voice trembling, “Mr. Davenport, don’t rush… Let’s just take it slow.”

His hands, rough and clammy, roamed across my skin, each touch igniting a fire of panic within me. The hunger in his eyes was palpable, a dark hunger that made my skin crawl. “Let’s try something fun,” he suggested, a sinister smile curling his lips.

What is he planning?

Panic surged through me, a tidal wave of dread at the prospect of what he might do next.

Suddenly, Mason stood up, and in a swift, chilling motion, he pulled his belt from his pants.

Fear gripped me like icy fingers. Tears streamed down my cheeks as I scooted further away, desperately seeking an escape from the horror unfolding before me.

When it was over, I lay there, sprawled on the bed, my body feeling like a heavy weight that I could barely move. The sticky sensation that clung to my skin made me feel utterly violated, and the burning ache in my back was a constant reminder of the torment I had just endured. Each movement sent fresh waves of pain through my wounds.

Silent tears fell as I gritted my teeth, a storm of hatred boiling within me.

This man is a monster.

I refuse to let him ruin me like this.

No. Absolutely not.

With a surge of determination, I threw on a bathrobe, forcing myself out of bed despite the pain radiating through my body.

Mason was sprawled on the couch, his legs crossed casually, smoke curling from his cigarette as he scrolled through images of women on his phone.

“Mr. Davenport, I understand you want to get back at Luis, but surely, just using me for your amusement can’t be all that thrilling,” I said, trying to keep my voice steady.

He lifted his gaze, blowing out a lazy ring of smoke. “Oh? Got a better idea? I’m all ears.”

You arrogant jerk. I cursed him silently but managed to maintain a facade of a smile.

“What if you got your hands on Mr. Eaton’s ex? Wouldn’t that be even more satisfying? She’s even prettier than I am.”

His interest piqued, Mason raised an eyebrow. “His ex?”

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