Marked By The Mad King Alpha (Phoebe and Perry) novel Chapter 116

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Phoebe’s POV

“Royal beta Flynn, why don’t we wait until the king is awake and then ask him about what actually

happened?” Marcela’s voice trembled with fear-fear for my life.

“Leave, Marcela,” Flynn snapped, his patience wearing thin. His piercing stare locked onto the healer’s eyes, ensuring she grasped the gravity of the situation.

Marcela hesitated, torn between duty and compassion. Her gaze flickered toward me as I

remained curled on the bed, clutching my chest against the searing pain. But defying Flynn’s command wasn’t an option.

“Please, don’t make a rash decision,” she pleaded

before reluctantly stepping toward the door. The soft click of it closing behind her felt like a death knell.

Now it was just Flynn and me.

His footsteps approached the bed, each one deliberate and menacing. When he stopped beside me, his contemptuous stare made my skin crawl.

His hatred for me wasn’t new-I’d always been nothing more than a burden to Perry in his eyes. But now I’d proven myself worse than worthless by attempting to poison the king.

Not only that, but I was the reason Perry had abandoned his royal duties to play house with me at

this beach retreat.

And then I’d tried to murder him.

If the warriors hadn’t discovered Perry’s critical condition in time, they’d be planning his funeral right now. All because of me.

A woman with no power. A rejected mate. A walking

curse.

Superstitious or not, I brought nothing but misfortune to Perry.

“You should have killed yourself instead of trying to kill him.” Flynn’s voice dripped with disgust as he looked

down at me struggling to breathe. “You’re worthless. No one will mourn your death. Stop being a burden to the king.”

His hand shot out, fingers tangling brutally in my hair. I squeezed my eyes shut and trembled as he yanked my head back.

An hour ago, when Perry collapsed into my lap, blood pooling on the floor, I’d felt nothing. But now the

emotions crashed over me like a tidal wave-

overwhelming anguish, like a dam bursting inside my

chest.

“I don’t want to do this, but you left me with no other choice.” Flynn’s eyes narrowed to slits. “You need to disappear so the king can return to his duties.”

Perry’s POV

The agony faded, leaving me suspended in absolute nothingness.

But within that void, I glimpsed something extraordinary-a magnificent white wolf. Her ethereal

beauty took my breath away, her coat pristine as fresh snow. She lay curled on black tile, looking fragile and

lost.

As I drew closer, she lifted her head and studied me

with curious eyes.

A white wolf…

She was breathtaking.

Yet something was wrong. Weakness radiated from her small frame, and when I looked closer, I spotted the injury—a wound circling her neck, barely visible unless you were near enough to see.

I reached out to touch her, but she vanished instantly, taking the dark room with her.

My eyes snapped open to find myself staring at an unfamiliar ceiling. The sharp bite of antiseptic and disinfectant assaulted my senses, making me wrinkle my nose in distaste.

A groan escaped as I forced myself upright. An IV line ran from my hand to a drip bag beside the bed.

I frowned and yanked the needle free, then attempted

to stand. Searing pain exploded through my chest, buckling my knees and leaving me gasping.

Another groan as the memories flooded back.

Phoebe.

What had happened to her? Where was she now?

She’d probably be devastated knowing I’d survived.

Fighting through the pain, I hauled myself off the floor and stumbled toward the door, where two warriors stood sentinel.

“My king?”

Their shock was evident. “You need to stay in bed. I’ll fetch a doctor.”

“Where is Phoebe?” I had no intention of returning to that hospital bed. I needed to know where my mate was, how she was handling what had transpired.

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