Marked By The Mad King Alpha (Phoebe and Perry) novel Chapter 59

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What the hell? My hands wanted to tear something apart the moment I heard Timothy had dragged Phoebe off to some shopping center. Who the hell authorized that? No one. Of course no one had — yet the rage still flared in my chest like a live coal.

I forced my jaw shut and gripped the warrior’s shoulder until the man flinched. “Get out,” I said, voice flat. He bolted as if the ground itself were on fire.

I could invent a dozen reasons to go after Timothy and throttle him. Technically the gamma hadn’t broken an explicit order — I’d sent him to coax Phoebe out of her shell. Timothy had his methods; they weren’t mine. That didn’t make it any easier.

An hour. They’d been gone an hour. I strode to Phoebe’s bedroom and swung the closet doors open.

A punch to the gut wouldn’t have hit harder. Nothing hung on the racks. Not a dress. Not a single hanger. The whole room looked abandoned except for a pathetic backpack crumpled in the corner. Like her.

A piece of me sank that wasn’t just possessiveness. I’d failed to see her need. Timothy, of course, noticed. Of course he did. My chest tightened with an ugly cocktail of shame and fury.

I dropped onto the bed and closed my eyes, trying to leash the animal in me. Don’t explode. Let him do his job. Let him make her trust him if he could. If he messed this up, I’d make him pay later.

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For the first time in a long while, I was actually happy.

It felt fragile and stupid and utterly foreign, but it was real. Timothy was the cause — and the cure. He’d dragged me into sunlight and ice cream and a ridiculous number of dresses, and for the first time since the pack, laughter bubbled up without choking.

“You only say that because you can’t taste it,” Timothy grumbled when I made a face at the ice cream. He was hilariously offended. “I’m taking you to try pudding later.”

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