Marked By The Mad King Alpha (Phoebe and Perry) novel Chapter 223

Chapter 223: Chapter 223 Do You Love Her

Reginald’s POV

Something’s off with Fiona, and I can feel it in my bones. I keep catching her in my peripheral vision, but every time I try to meet her eyes, she looks away. What the hell is going on?

This isn’t right.

When we stop for lunch and some much-needed rest, I drag Fiona aside. We need to talk.

"Don’t even think about feeding me some bullshit line that nothing’s wrong. Something’s completely fucked up here. What is it?" 𝐟𝚛𝕖𝚎𝕨𝗲𝐛𝚗𝐨𝐯𝐞𝕝.𝐜𝗼𝗺

I narrow my eyes, searching her face for any crack in that stone-cold mask she’s wearing. But she gives me nothing.

"Nothing’s wrong."

I slam my hands against the wall on either side of her head, caging her in. Her breath hitches slightly, and I lean in close enough to see the flecks of gold in her eyes.

"I already told you—don’t lie to me. Don’t say there’s nothing when it’s written all over your face. You’re going to tell me what the fuck is eating at you."

She inhales sharply, her chest rising against mine, but her answer stays the same. "There’s nothing."

My patience snaps like a rubber band. "I’m done with this attitude, Fiona. What did you expect? Five-star accommodations and a red carpet? We’re in enemy territory, and they don’t trust us yet. That’s how this works. Stop acting like a spoiled princess. I really can’t stand this right now."

But she just presses her lips together in that stubborn way that makes me want to shake her. Her chin tilts up defiantly, and she doesn’t budge an inch.

"I’m asking you one final time—tell me the truth. What’s going on?" My voice drops dangerously low as a wild thought hits me. "Did you sleep with Allen again? Did he force you, or were you willing to spread your legs for some drugs?"

The slap comes so fast I don’t see it coming. The crack echoes in the small space, and for a moment, I’m too stunned to process what just happened. It doesn’t hurt much, but the shock freezes me solid.

"Did you just fucking slap me?"

"You crossed the line, Reginald. Is that really what you think of me? Is that how you’ve seen me this whole time?"

I want to say something, anything, but she’s already shoving me away and storming off before I can get my head straight.

Something twists in my chest—an unfamiliar feeling that I don’t like. I’ve never cared this much about Fiona’s cold shoulder before.

We barely touch our food before we have to hit the road again, heading for the capital city of the Valerium kingdom.

That night, stuck in another pack house, Fiona’s still giving me the deep freeze. At least this place doesn’t have mystery stains on the sheets—they actually look clean enough to sleep on. She looks exhausted, ready to collapse.

But I’m not letting her rest until she spills whatever’s been eating at her all day.

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