Marked By the Pureblood Alpha (Deanna and Luis) novel Chapter 280

**Chapter 280: My Genes Aren’t That Weak**

**Deanna’s POV:**

The air in the examination room felt thick with tension, and when the doctor’s voice sliced through it, I was jolted upright as if a current had surged through my veins. My palms were clammy, the coolness of my skin contrasting sharply with the anxiety that twisted in my chest like a tightly wound spring, ready to snap.

Luis, ever attuned to my emotional state, reached for my hand, intertwining our fingers with a grip that was both gentle and firm. His touch was like an anchor in the tumultuous sea of my thoughts, grounding me amidst the storm of uncertainty swirling around us.

As the doctor approached, he held the test results delicately, as if they were a fragile treasure, and my heart began to race with anticipation. I could feel the weight of the moment pressing down on me.

“Everything appears to be fine for now,” he pronounced, his voice a blend of professionalism and reassurance. “However, to rule out any hidden factors we may have overlooked, I recommend another checkup in a few days. I’ll also be prescribing some medication for you.”

A wave of relief washed over me, loosening the tight coil of nerves that had been constricting my chest. The tension that had filled the room seemed to dissipate, replaced by a flicker of hope.

Luis snatched the test results from the doctor’s hands, casting a casual glance at the paper while a smug smirk danced across his lips. “See? I told you. My genes aren’t that weak.”

I shot him an exasperated glare, my irritation bubbling up like a pot about to boil over. “Thank you, Doctor,” I replied, my voice a mix of gratitude and annoyance, unable to suppress the smile that threatened to break free.

Once the doctor left, I became acutely aware of the warmth radiating from Luis’s hand, still firmly clasping mine. Our fingers intertwined, creating a connection that was both oddly comforting and disconcerting all at once.

I attempted to pull away, but his grip was unyielding, a silent assertion of his presence. When I met his gaze, the depths of his dark eyes pierced through me, making my heart flutter in an unfamiliar way.

Feeling flustered, I stammered, “Earlier, I was just emotionally overwhelmed, which is why I…”

“Why?” he interjected, his curiosity piqued, leaning in closer as if he were hanging on my every word.

Luis’s lips curled into a teasing smile, his tone playful as he drawled, “Why you held me so tightly like that?”

A rush of embarrassment flooded my cheeks, igniting a warmth that crept up to my ears, making me feel flustered and exposed. “I was just…” I faltered, grappling for words to defend myself against his playful taunt.

Luis raised an eyebrow, an amused glimmer in his gaze, clearly reveling in my discomfort. It was as if he was daring me to find a way out of this situation, and I could feel the challenge hanging in the air.

Realizing I was cornered, I lifted my chin defiantly. I might as well embrace the truth. “Fine, so I hugged you. What are you going to do about it?”

Luis leaned back slightly, his demeanor relaxed yet teasing, “What am I going to do…” he drawled, stretching out the words, sending my heart racing as I awaited his next move.

Before I could respond, he declared, “I’m taking my turn.”

In an instant, his hand slid around my waist, pulling me into his warm embrace. My face nestled against his solid chest once more, the world around us fading into the background, leaving just the two of us in our own bubble.

Earlier, my mind had been a whirlwind of anxiety over the test results, leaving little room for anything else. But now, clarity washed over me, and I became acutely aware of his intense cedarwood scent enveloping me, overpowering even the sterile aroma of the hospital.

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