Marked By The Mad King Alpha (Phoebe and Perry) novel Chapter 297

Chapter 297: Chapter 297 Whispers of a Replacement

Phoebe’s POV

"Don’t move."

Perry’s voice was a rough, gravelly command against the shell of my ear. The morning light filtered through the heavy velvet curtains, casting long, dusty beams across the disarray of our bedsheets. The air in the chamber still smelled thick with musk, sweat, and the metallic tang of his possessiveness. My body ached in a way that was entirely pleasurable, a dull throb in my thighs and a soreness on my neck where his teeth had claimed me hours before.

His arm was a heavy iron band across my waist, pinning me to the mattress. He wasn’t ready to let the world in. Not yet. He buried his face in the crook of my shoulder, inhaling deeply, his breathing slow and sated. The monster inside him had been fed.

For a moment, there was peace. Just the sound of our hearts beating in sync.

Then, the heavy oak doors shook with a frantic pounding.

Perry’s body went rigid instantly. The laziness vanished. He was a predator snapping to attention. A low, dangerous growl vibrated in his chest against my back.

"My Lord! My Lady!" It was Wade. His voice cracked with a rare panic that cut through the wood. "You must come out. Now."

Perry sat up, the silk sheets pooling at his waist. His scarred torso gleamed in the dim light. His eyes were dark, promising murder for whoever dared to interrupt his morning.

"Speak," Perry barked, his voice loud enough to carry through the door.

"It is Princess Justina of the Davoria Kingdom," Wade shouted back. "She has breached the outer palace gates. She... she demands an audience. She says she will not leave until she sees the ’broken vessel.’"

*The broken vessel.*

The insult hung in the silent room like a slap. My blood ran cold.

Perry was off the bed in a blur of motion. He didn’t say a word. He grabbed his trousers from the floor, pulling them on with jerky, violent movements. The air temperature in the room seemed to drop ten degrees. The "Mad King" was back. The lover who had whispered worshipful things to me all night was gone, replaced by a creature made of violence and shadows.

"Stay here," he commanded, grabbing a tunic. He didn’t look at me. He couldn’t. If he looked at me, he might lose the focus he needed to kill.

"No."

I rose, ignoring the protest of my sore muscles. I reached for my silk robe, wrapping it tight around me like armor. I walked to him, placing a hand on his tense forearm. His skin was burning hot.

"She called me out, Perry. I will answer."

He looked down at me. His pupils were blown wide, black holes swallowing the blue irises. He looked ready to tear the throat out of the world. But he nodded, once.

***

The Great Hall was freezing.

We didn’t even make it to the throne. Justina and her entourage stood in the center of the vast stone floor. She was beautiful in a sharp, poisonous way, draped in crimson silks that clashed violently with the austere grey of our palace. Behind her, her brothers stood, hands resting casually on the hilts of their swords.

"Finally," Justina sneered as we descended the stairs. Her eyes raked over me, full of disdain. "I thought the King was too busy nursing his invalid to attend to matters of state."

Perry stopped at the bottom step. He didn’t shout. He didn’t draw a weapon. He just stood there, and the silence that radiated from him was heavier than gravity. The guards at the perimeter stepped back, sensing the impending slaughter.

"You have five seconds to explain why you are still breathing," Perry said softly.

Justina laughed. It was a brittle, high sound. "Oh, stop the posturing, Perry. We are all adults here. The Five Kingdoms are whispering. They are restless." She took a step forward, her chin lifted high. "Everyone knows she is barren. Her womb is a graveyard. A King needs a legacy. A King need sons."

My breath hitched. The words were blades, aimed at the oldest, deepest wound in my soul.

"My proposal is generous," Justina continued, gesturing to herself. "I offer my pure bloodline. I will be your side consort. I will bear the heirs she cannot give you. It ensures stability. It ensures peace."

Her brothers nodded in agreement, looking smug. They thought this was a business transaction. They thought they were negotiating a trade deal.

They didn’t realize they were standing in a cage with a tiger.

Perry’s hands curled into fists at his sides. The knuckles turned white. I heard the sickening pop of a joint cracking. The dark aura around him flared, a visible haze of killing intent. He was going to rip them apart with his bare hands. He was going to paint the walls with their royal blood, consequences be damned.

I stepped out from behind him.

I didn’t cower. I didn’t look at the floor. I moved until I was standing shoulder-to-shoulder with the Mad King.

I reached out and laced my fingers through his.

The contact was electric. Perry flinched, his head snapping toward me. I squeezed his hand, hard, grounding him. I pulled some of his darkness into me, and in exchange, I let the White Wolf surface.

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