Marked By The Mad King Alpha (Phoebe and Perry) novel Chapter 32

My heart faltered as the king advanced toward me, each step heavy with unspoken tension. The intensity in his gaze revealed a tumult of emotions—yearning, irritation, and something darker lurking just beneath the surface. I had always anticipated this moment, but the chasm between expectation and reality felt insurmountable.

The connection that tethered us pulsed like a live wire, tugging at every fiber of my being, demanding an intimacy I was not prepared to embrace. With each day spent apart, that bond had tightened, coiling around my insides until it became almost unbearable.

When his fingers brushed against my cheek, an electric jolt shot through me, freezing my body in place. My thoughts came to a standstill, silenced by the overwhelming sensation of his warmth against my skin. Yet, a wave of fear surged through me, washing away any rational thought.

“Phoebe,” he murmured, his voice gravelly and raw.

I found myself at a loss for words. My lips parted, yearning to respond, but no sound emerged. My throat felt constricted, as if caught in a vice.

And then, everything around me faded into a blur—his breath, the proximity of his presence, and the weight of his emotions crashing into my own. I could sense the depth of his desire, the urge to claim what destiny had intertwined. But as his touch intensified, my mind instinctively retreated to its usual refuge: a distant, tranquil place where nothing could touch me.

The world around me shrank to the rhythmic sound of water splashing against tile and the harsh echoes of his uneven breathing. My body remained still, detached, as if I were merely an observer, waiting for this moment to pass.

When he realized my lack of response, his expression shifted from longing to fury, an anger that seemed to electrify the very air around us.

“Why do you look at me like that?” he demanded, his voice laced with frustration. “As if I’m about to ruin you.”

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