Chapter 267
\nMarked By the Pureblood Alpha (Deanna and Luis) novel Chapter 267<\/p>\n
**Chapter 267: There\u2019s a Mermaid Here**<\/p>\n
**Zelena\u2019s POV:**<\/p>\n
My thoughts spiraled in a relentless loop, each replay of the evening\u2019s events a stab of confusion and regret. How had everything unraveled so quickly?<\/p>\n
Before I could gather my scattered thoughts, Luis seized my wrist with a grip that felt like iron, dragging me toward the sleek, transparent glass door that stood before us. His expression was devoid of any compassion, an emotionless mask that sent a chill down my spine.<\/p>\n
With a swift motion, he flung the door open, revealing the serene beauty of the outside world. A koi pond stretched endlessly, its shimmering surface reflecting the opulence of the high-end suites that surrounded it.<\/p>\n
\u201cAh!\u201d<\/p>\n
An unexpected force propelled me forward, and before I comprehended what was happening, I felt a sharp shove at my lower back. Luis had kicked me into the pond, and the icy water enveloped me in an instant.<\/p>\n
The shock of the cold water pierced through my thin dress, which clung to my body like a second skin, leaving nothing to the imagination. My heart raced as I surfaced, gasping for breath, the chill seeping into my bones.<\/p>\n
As I struggled to regain my composure, I noticed a crowd spilling out from the suite, their eyes wide with a mix of surprise and delight.<\/p>\n
\u201cHey, look! There\u2019s a mermaid here!\u201d one of the men called out, his voice dripping with mockery.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhy not take it all off and dance for us!\u201d another jeered, laughter echoing around me.<\/p>\n
Their leering gazes crawled over my soaked form, and I felt a wave of humiliation wash over me. I wanted nothing more than to disappear, to sink into the depths of the pond and escape their prying eyes. Clutching at the remnants of my dress, I tried to cover myself, but it was a futile effort.<\/p>\n
Luis stood at the edge of the pond, unfazed, casually plucking a towel from a server\u2019s tray and wiping his hands as if he hadn\u2019t just thrown me into the water. His indifference ignited a fire of rage within me, a scream clawing at my throat.<\/p>\n
Just then, Mason burst onto the scene, his expression a mix of confusion and anger.<\/p>\n
\u201cMr. Eaton, what the hell is going on?\u201d he demanded, his voice cutting through the laughter.<\/p>\n
Luis tossed the towel at him with a flick of his wrist. \u201cKeep your own woman in line,\u201d he retorted, his tone dismissive, before striding away without a backward glance.<\/p>\n
Mason\u2019s gaze sharpened as he turned to a staff member. \u201cGet her out of there!\u201d he barked, urgency lacing his words.<\/p>\n
When I was finally pulled from the water, I was wrapped in a scratchy towel, shivering not just from the cold but from the rage boiling inside me.<\/p>\n
Mason stormed over, his expression fierce. \u201cWhat the hell did you do?\u201d he demanded, concern mingling with anger.<\/p>\n
With red-rimmed eyes, I pleaded, \u201cMr. Davenport, you have to help me.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHelp you? What do you want me to do? Take on the Mooncrown Pack for you? Are you out of your mind? That\u2019s the oldest pack in Nordvale! Why would I stick my neck out against Mr. Eaton?\u201d he snapped, incredulity coloring his tone.<\/p>\n
\u201cThat\u2019s not what I meant! I just don\u2019t think you deserve to be treated like this. Mr. Eaton only did it to provoke you,\u201d I insisted, my voice rising with desperation.<\/p>\n
Mason stroked his chin, his gaze lingering on me in a way that made my skin crawl. \u201cWell, you\u2019re not bad to look at,\u201d he remarked, his eyes assessing me with an unsettling intensity.<\/p>\n
In that moment, I realized I had landed myself in an even worse predicament than I had imagined.<\/p>\n
\u201cMr. Davenport, please, let me go take a shower,\u201d I implored, trying to regain some semblance of dignity.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat for? Just come here already!\u201d he commanded, his voice brooking no argument.<\/p>\n
He marched over, and before I could react, he tore at my dress, the fabric ripping apart with a sound that echoed in the room.<\/p>\n
\u201cAh!\u201d I gasped, a mix of shock and fear coursing through me as I realized the gravity of my situation.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"template":"","class_list":["post-2349","chapter","type-chapter","status-publish","hentry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"http:\/\/icuow.top\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/chapter\/2349","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"http:\/\/icuow.top\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/chapter"}],"about":[{"href":"http:\/\/icuow.top\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/chapter"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"http:\/\/icuow.top\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=2349"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}