Marked By The Mad King Alpha (Phoebe and Perry) novel Chapter 222

Chapter 222: Chapter 222 Something Felt Wrong

Phoebe’s POV

"Phoebe, my job is to ensure your survival. He cares about nothing else except you. You’re the one person he wants to shield above all others. Please, you must value yourself. I can’t fathom what would become of the king if he lost you."

Marcela begged me, her voice breaking as she noticed the doubt flickering in my eyes. I couldn’t bring myself to do it. The thought of ending my baby’s life—because that’s exactly what this would be—tore at my soul.

Even knowing that neither of us would make it if I continued this pregnancy didn’t ease the agony.

There was no avoiding this outcome.

I understood what had to happen, what choice made sense, but my thoughts spun wildly through endless scenarios. The torment of wondering ’what if’ consumed me completely.

’Just go...’ I whispered. I needed space to think this through.

"Phoebe..." Marcela’s fingers pressed mine before she placed the glass on the bedside table. "I’ll leave this here. Take it when you’re prepared, alright?"

She walked away then. One final glance passed between us before the door clicked shut and I was alone. Her heart must have been breaking too—this couldn’t be simple for her either.

What made it worse was how she’d given me hope, which only deepened my suffering.

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"How’s the queen doing?" Wade intercepted Marcela as she emerged. He remained clueless about the real situation—only knew that the queen felt unwell and they’d summoned Marcela, but no one had shared the details.

"She’s managing." Marcela drew a shaky breath. "She’ll pull through. Want to help me fix something in the kitchen? She’s barely eating anything."

Wade nodded and joined Marcela to prepare lunch.

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Phoebe’s POV

I dried my tears, though my eyes stayed swollen and red. That cursed glass sat there, mocking me, and I turned away like it was something obscene.

Eventually, I decided to visit the garden. The glass remained untouched—I wouldn’t even look at it, as if acknowledging it would be sacrilege.

But I wasn’t fooling myself. I knew I’d drink it eventually.

For now, though, I wanted to walk and connect with my baby. It sounded insane—beyond the nausea, there was no way to actually feel the tiny life inside me. My body showed no changes yet. 𝐟𝚛𝕖𝚎𝕨𝗲𝐛𝚗𝐨𝐯𝐞𝕝.𝐜𝗼𝗺

None of that mattered. I craved these precious moments with my child, refusing to overthink it, knowing our time was running out.

Justin spotted me and trailed behind at a distance. Marcela had given him strict orders not to disturb me, to let me be.

The warrior didn’t grasp her meaning, but he’d agreed anyway.