Marked By The Mad King Alpha (Phoebe and Perry) novel Chapter 60

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“I refuse to do such a thing.” My voice came out low and sharp, thick with restrained fury, but Timothy only watched me as if I were speaking another language.

“Let’s skip the performance,” he sighed, rubbing the bridge of his nose. “You and I both know what would’ve happened if I hadn’t come in here first to explain the situation. Everything you’re imagining? It’s in your head, Perry.”

He meant my worst suspicion — what I thought might have happened during their little outing.

“Fine,” I said coldly. “Get out. I’ll talk to her myself.”

Timothy studied me, skeptical. He clearly didn’t trust that I wouldn’t lose control, especially after last time. But what could he do? He couldn’t bar me from seeing my own mate.

“Don’t be a fool,” he muttered. “We both agreed there’s more going on here than either of us knows.”

“I know what I’m doing.”

“Doubt that,” Timothy shot back, already turning for the door before I could respond. He wasn’t sticking around to argue.

Outside, Phoebe waited, pale and tense, her hands twisting together. She looked like a cornered animal.

“I don’t want to go in there,” she whispered, barely audible.

“Relax,” Timothy said gently. “He’s calmer now. He’ll behave.”

Phoebe’s eyes flicked up in disbelief — and honestly, Timothy couldn’t blame her. He wasn’t entirely convinced himself.

“He’s just worried,” he said, trying to lighten his tone. “Go show him your new dress. You’ll be fine.”

Phoebe hesitated, her whole body tight with fear. “I don’t trust anyone,” she murmured. It wasn’t defiance; it was exhaustion.

Timothy gave her shoulder a reassuring pat before stepping aside. “You will be.”

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Phoebe stepped into the room, two warriors following with the avalanche of shopping bags. The floor looked buried beneath silk and paper.

I stood as she entered. She froze, then knelt among the bags, fussing with them to avoid my gaze.

“Did you have fun today?” I asked, moving closer. The heat between us thickened, the air too heavy.

“Yes.” Her back stayed to me. She didn’t want to talk.

“I see.” I crouched beside her, pretending not to notice how she flinched. “Do you like what he picked out?”

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