Marked By The Mad King Alpha (Phoebe and Perry) novel Chapter 146

Perry found himself lost in memories of the past, particularly the painful moments tied to Phoebe. He couldn’t shake the recollection of her previous cruel actions, the way she had toyed with his life. Yet, amidst the chaos that had begun to calm around them, a fierce determination ignited within him. He was resolute in his mission to regain her trust, willing to devote his entire existence to proving himself worthy of her faith.

With a gentle touch, he caressed the delicate curve of her cheek, his voice low and sincere. “Is it true?” he asked again, searching her eyes for a glimmer of hope. “I know you can’t fully accept me yet, but I’m ready to dedicate my life to earning your trust.”

These words felt heavy, like a sacred vow that he was prepared to uphold. After all, their fates were intertwined, and he was determined to make that a reality.

“I would trust you even if a blade were pressed to my throat,” Phoebe replied, her voice a blend of strength and vulnerability that struck a chord deep within him.

Her brow furrowed, confusion dancing across her features. What kind of man made promises like that? Perhaps she thought he had lost his sanity, but in this world, perhaps insanity was a compliment.

“Can you believe me on this?” he continued, his tone softening. “I won’t demand your trust right away, but please, grant me one more chance to prove myself. I’ll spend every day of my life showing you that I can be worthy of your faith in me. Can you allow me that?”

Phoebe’s silence spoke volumes; her head hung low as her fingers fidgeted nervously, a clear indication of the turmoil swirling within her.

“I hurt you terribly, didn’t I?” He pressed his lips to her forehead, hoping to convey the depth of his sincerity. “I’m truly sorry for all the pain I caused.”

She bit her lip, nodding ever so slightly, an almost imperceptible gesture that nonetheless echoed loudly in his heart. Yes, he had inflicted deep wounds upon her soul.

“I’m genuinely sorry,” he repeated, pulling her closer, wrapping his arms around her as if to shield her from the world’s harshness. He wanted her to grasp the extent of her importance to him.

“I’m sorry,” he whispered again, feeling the weight of his regret.

Tears began to flow silently down her cheeks, her body trembling against his, a physical manifestation of emotions she had kept bottled up for far too long. She hadn’t realized until this moment just how heavy the burden of her suppressed feelings had become.

This time was different; she felt safe enough to let it all out, to embrace her emotions fully and cleanse herself of the toxicity that had festered inside her. Those feelings had been like poison, seeping into her every thought each time she buried her emotions deeper.

“It’s okay, let it all out,” he urged gently, his heart aching for her.

Once, he had struggled to understand how to treat someone with tenderness; such fragile concepts had been alien to him. No one had ever shown him the softness of gentleness; his father would have met any display of weakness with harsh punishment.

Cordelia.

Yes, she had been the only one to show him that kind of kindness, but it felt like a lifetime ago. Each memory of her was intertwined with a crushing sense of regret.

Though his recollections of Cordelia were hazy, muddled by the sorrow of her loss, her smile remained etched in his heart. She had been like a mother to him.

But with Phoebe, he had learned the essence of gentleness over time. Now, he could offer it without hesitation.

But at what cost?

She lifted her head, tears streaming down her cheeks, and pointed toward his half-packed belongings, shaking her head in silent protest.

The message was clear. She didn’t want him to leave.

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