Marked By The Mad King Alpha (Phoebe and Perry) novel Chapter 9

Phoebe’s POV

The world around me dissolved into a chaotic blur, a relentless white noise that swallowed every sense. My thoughts scattered, leaving my mind utterly vacant. Then came the searing agony—a fierce blaze igniting from my shoulder and scorching its way up to my throat as the king’s mark branded itself onto my skin. It felt like fire racing beneath my flesh, relentless and cruel.

A raw, guttural scream tore from deep within me, echoing through the vast, silent hall. My body writhed against his unyielding grasp, desperate to break free, but his hold was ironclad, impossible to escape. The pain was overwhelming—sharp, consuming, and unending.

He had claimed me. The King of Wolves had branded me right there, in front of hundreds of stunned witnesses… and in front of Kevin.

This was meant to be Kevin’s moment—his coronation as alpha of the Obsidian Claw. Yet, in a single heart-stopping instant, the entire ceremony was stolen by me. The crowd wouldn’t remember Kevin’s rise; they would remember the day the Mad King claimed his destined mate.

My cries gradually fractured into silence, until no sound escaped my lips. My limbs weakened, heavy and useless, and I felt the world tilt dangerously. Strong arms caught me just before I collapsed fully.

Through the haze clouding my mind, I could hear furious shouting—Kevin’s voice, wild and raw with rage—and Vince’s desperate attempts to hold him back.

“Don’t. You can’t. Get a grip,” Vince urged, his voice strained.

“I don’t want a grip!” Kevin snarled, his voice low and trembling with fury. He craved blood—royal blood.

If he’d been thinking clearly, he’d have known better. Raising a hand against the king meant death—not just for him but for everyone under his command. But fury drowned out all reason.

Vince’s grip on him tightened. “She’s just an omega. Your toy. You rejected her, remember?”

Kevin’s jaw clenched hard, his gaze locked on me, lying limp in the king’s arms. He heard nothing else. All he could see was someone else touching what he believed was still his.

Then his father, the former alpha Sterling, stepped forward beside him, his voice sharp and warning. “You’ll get us all killed. Stand down.”

The command forced Kevin to freeze, but the burning hatred in his eyes didn’t waver.

Across the hall, the Mad King met Kevin’s glare with a faintly raised brow, a hint of amusement flickering in his eyes. A mocking scoff escaped his lips before he turned and carried me away.

The ceremony crumbled into ruin. The cheers died out, replaced by whispers that would ripple across every border.

No one would remember this as Kevin’s ascension. Instead, they would remember it as the day King Perry claimed his mate.

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Perry’s POV

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