Marked By The Mad King Alpha Chapter 13 His Cruel Possession

Phoebe’s POV

The accusation in his voice hit like a slap. My throat seized up, cutting off any words I might have said. This always happened when pressure mounted and anxiety took control. But the king couldn’t understand that—he read my silence as confession, as if I truly wanted Kevin back. Fury blazed in his eyes, and I could feel his desire to destroy .

The urge seed to grow stronger as I remained mute.

"Scram!" His temper exploded, and I watched terror flood my own reflection in his dark gaze as I scrambled from the bed and bolted for the door.

Fear consud so completely that I couldn’t even look back at him.

Once I escaped the bedroom and slamd the door shut, angry roars erupted from within. Glass shattered, furniture crashed—the sounds of his rage unleashed.

I didn’t linger to listen. My feet carried down the hallway, desperate to escape the mad king’s fury. Terror drove every step. A rejection would be a blessing now—then I’d never have to face him again.

His overwhelming presence had been suffocating, and now I understood why they called him the Mad King. Had I stayed in that room, he would have beaten senseless.

He was supposed to be my second chance mate—sothing shifters rarely received. This should have been my escape from the abuse in this pack, my path to a normal life. Instead, my second chance mate proved even worse than the first.

"Aria, what sin did I commit? Why do you tornt like this?" I pressed my back against my bedroom door and slid down to the cold floor.

My arms wrapped around myself as tremors shook my body.

The mark on my neck pulsed with searing pain, a cruel reminder that everything had been real. The king’s mark was real. It had happened.

While I battled the chaos in my mind, a knock jolted from my misery.

I scrambled to my feet as the door swung open. Kevin stepped inside, triumph gleaming in his smirk when he saw my face.

My tears were obvious—still flowing down my cheeks. I said nothing, just stared at him with murderous intent, which only seed to amuse him more.

"Co here," Kevin commanded. "Co here and be good for ."

No lock protected my room. The last ti I’d locked him out, he’d torn the entire door apart and left without one for a week as punishnt.

After that, I never bothered with locks again.

"I know the king’s rejection hurt you," Kevin said, assuming the king had cast aside after hearing whatever lie he’d spread. "Don’t worry, you still have . Like I told you—I’ll never let you go."

When I refused to approach him, he crossed the room in two strides. His hand yanked mine roughly, slamming my body against his as he cupped my face.

His eyes found the fresh mark on my neck, still bleeding. The sight ignited his anger.

"So he hasn’t rejected you yet." If rejection followed marking, the mark would vanish. Since the king’s claim remained, no rejection had occurred.

I clenched my teeth, breathing hard. His closeness always made sick. I despised his touch, his voice, everything about him.

Kevin refused to believe my disgust was real. In his twisted mind, so bond still connected us despite the rejection, fed by his own obsession.

And I was the only one who satisfied him the way no other woman could.

"It’s okay... don’t cry over him. I’m still here." He lifted my body and placed on the bed.

I shut down completely. My expression went blank, my mind sowhere else entirely. I pretended I wasn’t there.

Kevin didn’t care about my ntal state as he stripped away my dress—the sa oga uniform from yesterday. My scent had changed slightly, which irritated him, but he had urgent business with .

He’d been aching to be inside .

As long as he avoided touching the mark on my neck, he’d be fine. The king wouldn’t sense any betrayal from , and even if he discovered it, Kevin could spin the story.

After all, the king believed I was Kevin’s whore, begging to be fucked.

"I miss you," Kevin said, hastily removing his shirt and unzipping his pants. "I won’t let you go to that Mad King. You’ll be safe here."

He licked my cheek while I stared at the ceiling.

This wasn’t the first ti I’d retreated like this, so my lack of response didn’t bother him.

He lifted my leg and pushed inside with a blissful grunt.

"Yes, I missed this..." He thrust into with vigor, the bed squeaking with each movent. His hands cupped my breast, squeezing hard enough to make wince, which delighted him.