Marked By The Mad King Alpha (Phoebe and Perry) novel Chapter 40

I awoke enveloped in an unusual sense of tranquility, my body nestled against the king’s. His arm lay heavily across me, radiating warmth that seeped into my skin, almost igniting it with its intensity. Outside, the dawn broke, splashing the sky with hues of red and gold—signaling a new day while taunting the tempest that raged within my heart.

Fragments of memories crashed into my consciousness: my sobs, his name escaping my lips, the overwhelming pull of the mate bond that had consumed us entirely. A tumult of shame and confusion twisted within me. I despised how my heart raced at the recollection, how my body yearned for his presence, even as my mind screamed for separation.

I lay still, my eyes half-closed, feigning sleep as his breath warmed my neck. But Perry was perceptive; he could see through my façade.

“I know you’re awake,” he murmured, his voice gravelly and laced with fatigue.

He brushed a loose strand of hair off my shoulder, his fingertips brushing against my skin. I recoiled instinctively, sitting up abruptly and wrapping the blanket around me as if it were a shield. “Please… just leave me alone,” I pleaded, my voice barely above a whisper.

For a brief moment, silence enveloped us, thick and heavy. His expression darkened, a mix of anger and confusion swirling, with something almost vulnerable flickering beneath the surface.

“You truly believe you can cast me aside after everything that’s transpired?” His voice sharpened, filled with an intensity that sent shivers down my spine. “You belong to me. The bond has sealed that fate.”

I clutched the blanket tighter, feeling the fabric dig into my skin. “You cannot possess me,” I shot back, my voice steadier than I felt.

He leaned closer, his eyes ablaze with an intensity that frightened me, and for a fleeting moment, I feared he might lash out again. But instead, he halted, fists unclenching, his breath shaky and uneven.

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