Marked By the Pureblood Alpha (Deanna and Luis) novel Chapter 277

**Chapter 277: The Doorbell That Saved Her**

**Mason’s POV:**

As I stepped into the hotel room, an unsettling sight greeted me. There she lay, unconscious, sprawled across the bed like a delicate piece of art.

Her blouse, a striking blue and white combination, clung to her curves, while a sleek gray pencil skirt accentuated her figure in a way that was undeniably captivating. The contrast of her pale skin against the vibrant colors of her attire was mesmerizing, and her tousled hair framed her face like a halo of chaos. Those lips—crimson and inviting—seemed to beckon me closer, almost daring me to cross a line I knew I shouldn’t.

With each step I took toward her, the intoxicating scent of an Omega enveloped me, sweet and innocent, radiating from her like a siren’s call. It was far more alluring than anything I had ever encountered, even more so than Zelena’s perfumed presence.

My gaze roamed over her, almost ravenously, igniting a primal instinct within me. Desire surged through my veins, and I could feel the heat rising in my core.

In a moment of reckless abandon, I slapped Zelena’s behind.

“You’re one sick bitch! Setting up your own friend like this. But I have to admit, I like it,” I said, a smirk playing on my lips.

Zelena turned to me, her smile dripping with insincerity. “Mr. Davenport, I’m doing this for you. Why the harsh words? After tonight, you’ll have had your way with Mr. Eaton’s woman.”

I reached into my wallet, pulled out a credit card, and shoved it into the generous cleavage of her blouse.

“Get lost. Don’t spoil my fun,” I commanded, watching as she took the card, her eyes gleaming with mischief, before she slipped out of the room, closing the door behind her with a soft click.

I stood there, a predatory grin stretching across my face, savoring the moment.

With deliberate slowness, I began to unbutton my shirt, each button releasing a rush of excitement as the fabric fell away, pooling on the floor. My fingers deftly removed my black leather belt, the sound of the buckle clicking echoing in the charged air.

As I slid the belt free, my heart raced with anticipation. The thought of being with Luis’s ex-girlfriend, a woman who had once been entwined with a high-and-mighty pure-blood Alpha, sent a thrill coursing through me.

I climbed onto the bed, breathing heavily, envisioning the moment I would bind Deanna’s hands with the belt.

But just as I was about to act, the doorbell rang, its insistent ding-dong slicing through the tension in the room.

He ignored my protests, his attention fixated on the woman lying on the bed. In an instant, he turned, his fist flying toward me with a speed I hadn’t anticipated.

“Scumbag!” he shouted, and his punch connected, sending me reeling back several steps.

I wiped the blood from the corner of my mouth with my finger, my sneer icy and defiant. “Malcolm, you really think I’m afraid of you?”

Malcolm’s eyes blazed with fury, and he pointed an accusatory finger at Deanna on the bed. “Her. You don’t touch her!”

“Hah!” I scoffed, the sound filled with mockery. “So you’ve got your sights set on this Omega too, huh? If you wanted a turn, you could’ve just asked. I’d be happy to send her to your room when I’m done.”

Malcolm advanced, his fist raised again, but I lifted my chin defiantly, ready to face him. “Malcolm, you’d better think this through. If that punch lands, you can kiss the Grisclaw Pack’s reputation goodbye!”

The atmosphere crackled with tension, both of us unwilling to back down, each waiting for the other to make the next move.