Marked By The Mad King Alpha (Phoebe and Perry) novel Chapter 249

Chapter 249: Chapter 249 What Was Lost

Perry’s POV

Marcela had been pacing the main hall when we arrived, her hands twisted together in barely contained anxiety. The moment she spotted us, relief flooded her features—but that relief quickly twisted into something darker when she saw Phoebe unconscious in my arms.

"My king," she breathed, hurrying toward us. Her healer’s instincts kicked in immediately as her eyes swept over my mate’s pale form. "Is she injured? What happened to—"

"She’s sleeping," I cut her off, my voice sharper than intended. The protective instincts that had been stretched to their breaking point weren’t ready to stand down yet. "Exhausted, but unharmed."

I adjusted my hold on Phoebe, pulling her more securely against my chest. After hours of believing she was dead, the thought of releasing her—even to Marcela’s capable hands—felt impossible.

"Of course, my king." Marcela’s professional composure slipped back into place, but I caught the flash of hurt in her eyes. She’d served this family faithfully for years. My curtness wasn’t fair, but I couldn’t help it.

"Examine her," I ordered, already moving toward our chambers. "Thoroughly. I want to know if there are any lingering effects from... what happened."

What happened. Even now, I couldn’t bring myself to voice it fully. The memory of Phoebe’s lifeless body, the way her heart had stopped beating beneath my hands—it was too fresh, too raw.

Marcela followed silently as I carried my mate through the corridors that had felt like a tomb just hours ago. Now they were alive again, filled with the soft sound of Phoebe’s breathing and the steady rhythm of her heartbeat against my chest.

I settled Phoebe gently on our bed, but when Marcela moved to begin her examination, I found myself unable to step away.

"My king," Marcela said carefully, "I’ll need space to work."

"You can work around me." The words came out rougher than I’d intended, but I couldn’t bring myself to soften them. "I’m not leaving her."

Marcela’s eyes widened slightly at my tone, but she nodded. She’d seen me protective before, but this was different. This was an Alpha who’d tasted the loss of his mate and would kill before allowing it to happen again.

She began her examination, her movements gentle but thorough. I watched every touch, every probe, my jaw clenched as she checked Phoebe’s pulse, listened to her breathing, tested her reflexes.

"Her vitals are strong," Marcela murmured, more to herself than to me. "Heart rate, blood pressure, temperature—all normal. Whatever happened during her... awakening... doesn’t appear to have caused any physical damage."

But as she continued her assessment, I noticed something in Marcela’s demeanor that set my teeth on edge. A tension in her shoulders, a carefully controlled neutrality in her expression that spoke of secrets being kept.

"What else?" I demanded. 𝒻𝑟ℯℯ𝑤𝑒𝑏𝑛𝘰𝓋𝑒𝓁.𝒸𝑜𝘮

Marcela’s hands stilled. "My king?"

"You’re hiding something." It wasn’t a question. Years of reading enemies and allies alike had taught me to recognize deception, even from those I trusted. "What aren’t you telling me?"

"I... there’s nothing immediate to—"

"Don’t." The word came out as a growl, and Marcela actually flinched. "Don’t lie to me. Not about her. Not after everything."

For a moment, the room was silent except for the soft sound of Phoebe’s breathing. Then Marcela straightened, meeting my eyes with the courage that had made her invaluable to this family.

"There are things we need to discuss," she admitted quietly. "But perhaps after the queen has rested, when she can—"

"No." I leaned forward, my voice dropping to a dangerous whisper. "You’ll tell me everything. Now."

But before Marcela could respond, Phoebe stirred in my arms, a soft murmur escaping her lips as she shifted closer to my warmth. Both Marcela and I froze, waiting to see if she would wake, but her breathing settled back into the deep rhythm of sleep.

"She needs rest," Marcela said finally, her voice barely audible. "The transformation, the trauma—her body and spirit have been through more than any wolf should endure. Sleep is the best medicine right now."

I nodded reluctantly, though every instinct screamed against letting my guard down. "How long?"

"Several hours at least. Possibly longer." Marcela gathered her supplies, but her movements were stilted, nervous. "I’ll prepare some strengthening tonics for when she wakes, and perhaps something to help with any residual pain."

"Residual pain from what?" The question snapped out before I could stop it.

Marcela’s face went carefully blank. "From the battle, my king. From everything she’s endured."

Another non-answer. Another careful deflection.

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