Marked By The Mad King Alpha (Phoebe and Perry) novel Chapter 296

Chapter 296: Chapter 296 Green Eyed Monster

Phoebe’s POV

"What is that?" Perry’s brow creased as his gaze landed on the small child nestled in my arms, her tiny form curled peacefully against my chest while she slept.

"She’s not a thing, Perry. Her name is Harlow," I scolded him softly for his blunt question. "Keep your voice down—you’ll disturb her sleep," I whispered in warning.

Harlow had drifted off peacefully after I’d shared a few bedtime stories with her. Earlier, Timothy had rushed to me in obvious haste, asking me to watch Harlow for a short while.

I hadn’t questioned why Timothy seemed so urgent, but judging by his expression, it had to be something significant. So I’d simply agreed without prying.

Yet many hours had passed without the gamma’s return, and midnight was fast approaching. A nagging worry crept into my thoughts—had something gone wrong between Timothy and Jude? Had their conversation turned sour? I silently hoped Timothy could persuade Jude to join us.

As for myself, disappointment weighed on my heart knowing I wouldn’t be able to visit the place I’d been longing to see.

Tomorrow we’d have to depart, and this time Perry wouldn’t entertain any delays—especially with numerous envoys from other kingdoms already arriving. This morning brought news that Princess Justina from the Davoria kingdom had arrived with her brothers, while their father would follow shortly.

"Move her somewhere else," Perry commanded, casting a sideways glare at the baby in my arms. His displeasure was obvious—this tiny intruder had claimed his mate’s attention.

He’d spent the entire day away from me, and upon his eager return, he discovered this little creature had monopolized my time. Clearly, this wasn’t the homecoming he’d envisioned after rushing back.

I couldn’t help but chuckle at the stormy expression darkening Perry’s features. His brows furrowed so deeply, he looked ready to pluck Harlow right out of my embrace.

"Really, Perry? She’s just a baby," I said, patting the empty space beside me invitingly.

"A baby who doesn’t realize she’s overstaying her welcome," he grumbled.

"Perry," I chided, giving his arm a playful swat before tugging him down to sit beside me.

"Is this Timothy’s mate’s child?" Perry studied Harlow more closely. Her lips parted slightly as soft snores escaped her.

"Yes. Don’t you find her adorable?"

"No. Our child will be far more beautiful."

The words tumbled out before Perry could stop himself. I watched recognition flash across his face as he realized he’d touched on delicate ground—a topic that still caused me pain.

His instinctive response had come without thought, and now concern shadowed his features as he searched my face.

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