Marked By the Pureblood Alpha (Deanna and Luis) novel Chapter 275

**Chapter 275: The Trap Is Set**

**Zelena’s POV:**

As I struggled to rise from the tangled sheets of the disheveled bed, a shiver coursed through my body, prompting me to hastily pull the fabric over my exposed skin. The chill in the air was nothing compared to the chill that had settled deep within me. Mason had already donned his bathrobe, the fabric draping over his broad shoulders, but it was his presence that felt suffocating. The heavy scent of his Alpha pheromones, which once stirred something within me, now only churned my stomach in disgust.

Wincing against the sharp, throbbing pain that radiated through my body, I cast a glance downward. My skin bore the remnants of our encounters—old bruises that had almost faded now marred by fresh, cruel scratches. They were vivid reminders of his nails, each mark a testament to the horror I had endured.

In the days that had passed, whenever Mason found a moment of freedom, he would summon me, demanding I satisfy his primal urges in ways that stripped away my dignity. It was a brutal ritual, one that left me feeling more like a plaything than a person.

What terrified me even more was the dark pleasure he derived from shifting into his werewolf form without any warning. The raw, animalistic coupling that followed was something I could hardly endure. I was just a Beta, and each encounter felt as though my very bones were on the verge of shattering beneath his overwhelming strength.

Mason had abandoned any pretense of using belts or whips; his claws had become his preferred instruments of torment. Each time he unleashed them, I felt a surge of panic. If this continued, I feared I wouldn’t survive another encounter.

And the worst part? Mason was infuriatingly stingy. Despite being an Alpha, after each brutal session, he would toss me a handful of cash—mere tens of thousands of dollars—like I was nothing more than a common escort. It was a pittance, a mere drop in the ocean of my insurmountable debt.

The thought of it made my stomach churn, and as I caught a whiff of the lingering scent on my skin, I felt bile rise in my throat. Mason lounged on the couch, lighting a cigarette with a casual flick of his wrist. His gaze was fixed on me, the boredom etched on his face palpable.

“When are you getting me that Omega? I’m getting bored as hell with you!” he barked, the annoyance in his tone cutting through the haze of my despair.

I quickly wiped away the tears that threatened to spill, using the back of my hand to brush them aside. I clenched my jaw, forcing down the humiliation and the seething hatred that bubbled within me.

Taking a deep breath, I turned to him, mustering a smile that felt more like a mask than a genuine expression. “Mr. Davenport, soon. Just wait for the good news,” I replied, my voice steady despite the turmoil inside.

**Third-person POV:**

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