Marked By The Mad King Alpha (Phoebe and Perry) novel Chapter 15

Flynn came to an abrupt stop mid-step, his face contorting as a sharp, unmistakable scent drifted through the corridor—something utterly wrong and deeply disturbing. I didn’t need to ask what he’d detected; the revulsion in his eyes said it all. He recognized it immediately. It was Kevin’s scent.

His hands clenched into tight fists until his knuckles turned white with tension. The air around him seemed to pulse with barely restrained rage. To Flynn, this was the ultimate betrayal—my newly claimed mate entangled once more with another man. And not just any man, but the alpha who had once possessed her through cruelty and obsession.

“Open the door!” Flynn’s voice thundered as he hammered against the wood, his tone sharp and commanding, slicing through the silence of the hallway like a blade. “Phoebe! Now!”

Several agonizing seconds passed before the door creaked open. There she stood, wrapped in a blanket, her complexion as pale as moonlight. Her eyes were distant, hollow, as if a part of her had drifted away somewhere else. Even Flynn’s fury wavered for a fleeting moment at the sight.

“Get ready,” he ordered curtly. “We leave soon.”

Phoebe blinked, struggling to grasp the meaning behind his words. “Leave? Where?”

“Back to the palace,” Flynn replied, his voice dripping with venom.

The weight of his words settled heavily on her, and panic flared across her face. The thought of returning with me filled her with dread deeper than anything else. Flynn noticed it too, mistaking her fear for guilt.

“Pack your things and meet us in the main garden,” he snapped, turning away before she could say a word. Her eyes shimmered with unshed tears as the door closed, but Flynn didn’t glance back. His verdict on her was already cast in stone.

The entire pack house seemed to hum with a restless unease. Whispers spread like wildfire—every servant, every guard sensing the dark storm brewing beneath the surface. I could feel it too: the tension tightening like a noose, the heavy weight of what was inevitable.

Flynn stormed back to my quarters, still seething. “She was with him,” he spat through clenched teeth. “After you marked her. Are you seriously going to take her with you?”

I said nothing, merely fixed my gaze ahead, allowing the silence to stretch until it became almost unbearable. My electric-blue eyes darkened, and the room itself seemed to close in under the crushing pressure.

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