Marked By The Mad King Alpha (Phoebe and Perry) novel Chapter 275

Chapter 275: Chapter 275 Love Beyond Scars

Phoebe’s POV

Timothy’s expression darkened when I shared what I’d learned about Jude. "She has a child? She..." His words trailed off as understanding dawned on him, revealing the true scope of the problem.

I could see him processing this revelation. He’d already come to terms with her past trauma—the harassment, the unwanted advances from other men. That was something done against her will, something she couldn’t control.

But a child? That changed everything. A child was permanent proof, a constant reminder.

Every glance at that little one would bring back memories of what happened. I watched Timothy struggle with this realization, knowing he couldn’t view the child positively despite understanding the innocent nature of it all.

That’s exactly why I’d stopped him earlier—he needed clarity before charging ahead blindly after Jude, before exploding with this knowledge while in her presence.

"Does she... accept the child?" The question clearly tormented him. I could see the self-loathing in his eyes for even questioning a child’s place.

"Absolutely. She adores that little girl with every fiber of her being. The child’s name is Harlow—she’s six now, conceived when Jude was just fifteen." I held nothing back. He deserved the complete truth.

His face crumpled with fresh anguish.

"Damn it! Damn it all!" Timothy began pacing frantically, his boot connecting hard with a nearby tree trunk. More curses spilled out as he continued his agitated march. "Damn it! Fifteen? She was just a baby herself!"

I watched him grapple with the horror of it—how anyone could prey on a fifteen-year-old child, how Jude endured pregnancy and childbirth at such a vulnerable age.

"I’ll tear them apart! Every last one!" His roar echoed through the trees, rage seeking a target. "I’ll destroy them all!" Then frustration hit him again—most of his targets were already dead by his own hand, which only intensified his fury.

I stayed back, letting him work through the storm of emotions. He needed this release—the cursing, the pacing, the raw anger. Finally, exhaustion won. He collapsed to the ground, head buried in his hands, low growls still rumbling from his chest.

When his breathing steadied, I approached carefully and settled beside him on the earth.

"Your anger makes sense, Timothy," I said softly, resting my hand on his tense shoulder. "This situation is incredibly difficult, but I need you to focus on what really matters."

He grunted but didn’t pull away—progress.

"What?"

"Do you want her?" I met his eyes directly. "Because wanting her means accepting her daughter too. You can’t treat that child poorly or differently. Harlow would become yours as much as Jude’s."

Another groan escaped him. "How am I supposed to do that?" His voice broke slightly. "I could handle anything else about her past, anything at all. I’d love her more for surviving it. But that child... she’s living proof of what Jude endured." The question tumbled out before he could stop it: "Why does she even love the kid?"

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