[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-marked-by-the-mad-king-alpha":3,"chapter-marked-by-the-mad-king-alpha-marked-by-the-mad-king-alpha-chapter-112":6},{"origin":4,"title":5},"english","Marked By The Mad King Alpha",{"chapter":7,"nextChapterSlug":19,"prevChapterSlug":20,"totalChapters":21,"novelImage":22},{"id":8,"novel_id":9,"title":10,"slug":11,"index":12,"content":13,"wordcount":14,"created_at":15,"updated_at":15,"volume":16,"translator":17,"content_hash":18},1732093,2214,"Chapter 112 A Desperate Kind Of Love","marked-by-the-mad-king-alpha-chapter-112",112,"\u003Cp>Perry’s POV\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Strike me, rage at me, do whatever it takes to release your fury. Just don’t torture me with this silence.\" I cradle her face between my palms, searching her eyes for any spark of life. All I find is emptiness. \"Return to me.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A storm of emotions crashes through me as our mate bond stretches to its breaking point. The sensation is unbearable—worse than any physical pain I’ve endured.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It’s like a noose tightening around my throat, cutting off my air.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Come on, you need to eat.\" I press my lips to her forehead before retrieving her meal. Settling beside her, I wait for her to take a bite. When she doesn’t move, I lift the spoon to her mouth myself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She’s become a hollow version of herself. The realization of how completely I’ve lost her hits me like a punch to the gut.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Phoebe has slipped beyond my reach.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Please, say anything.\" I coax food toward her lips, but she keeps them sealed tight.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She’d rather waste away than live—since taking her own life isn’t an option.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No response. Nothing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Just one word.\" I set the plate aside and clean the food from her mouth. She’s barely touched it. \"You have to eat.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I squeeze my eyes shut. Patience has never been my strong suit, but for Phoebe, I’ll endure anything.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Please, Phoebe.\" Then I do something desperate. I take the meat into my mouth, chew it, and transfer it to her lips with mine. I force her to swallow.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her eyes widen with shock—the first real emotion I’ve seen. It makes me want to do it again. At least she’s reacting instead of staring through me.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"If you won’t eat normally, this is how it’ll be.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She presses her lips together, finally meeting my gaze.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Don’t you dare shut me out.\" The harsh words escape before I can stop them. I don’t want to be rough with her. \"You need food. I won’t watch you make yourself sick.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I repeat the process, and her struggles mean nothing as I pin her wrists above her head with one hand while gripping her chin with the other.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She writhes beneath me, accidentally kicking the plate. It crashes to the floor, scattering food everywhere.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At least she swallowed the meat. With the plate destroyed, I need another one.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Since I can’t leave her alone, I mindlink a warrior to bring more food.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"That’s it—be furious with me. Strike me. Hate me. I can handle all of it.\" I stroke her cheek, and she sinks her teeth into my hand.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She doesn’t hold back, but I only grimace slightly—it’s barely an inconvenience.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Instead, I run my fingers through her hair. \"Perfect. Let it all out.\" I smile as if she’s done something praiseworthy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This version of Phoebe—full of fire and fury—is infinitely better than the lifeless shell.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When she realizes she won’t get the reaction she wants, she shoves me away and wraps her arms around herself. She rocks back and forth, seeking comfort.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She’s doing it again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When fresh food arrives, she refuses half of it—probably afraid I’ll use the same feeding method.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eventually, exhaustion wins and she sleeps.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She rests through the entire night. Near sunrise, she stirs. I feel her slip from the bed and pad toward the balcony, where she settles on the floor to watch the sun paint the ocean’s surface gold.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I observe her from the bed, seeing only her silhouette, but it’s enough. Every movement she makes pulls me from sleep—I’m constantly aware of where she is.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As long as she’s safe, I can live with whatever she needs to do.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hours pass. She sits motionless in the same spot.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She accepts breakfast but nothing more. She doesn’t budge even when the brutal sunlight beats down on her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Come inside before you collapse from heat stroke.\" I lift her into my arms, expecting resistance. Instead, she remains limp and distant.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She stares past me toward the horizon. Once again, she’s unreachable...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Want to walk the beach tonight?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Silence.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I need patience. That’s all.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>——\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Flynn’s thoughts spiraled out of control after the clandestine meeting. His mind refused to settle.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I should have never entertained the idea,\" he muttered, dragging his hands through his hair. The conversation with Reginald replayed on an endless loop, driving him toward madness.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Reginald had slipped away in the darkness, requesting the secret rendezvous just days before the civil war would erupt.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>*I want her.*\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Those three words echoed in Flynn’s skull. Reginald wanted Phoebe.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Living in the palace had given Reginald plenty of time to read the political landscape. As a spy, quick assessment was essential to survival.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He’d figured out that Flynn viewed Phoebe as nothing more than dead weight—a liability he’d rather be rid of. So Reginald had offered to remove the burden.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>*Hand her over since she’s useless to you. We both win. This arrangement doesn’t interfere with our war.*\u003C\u002Fp>",825,"2026-06-06T16:11:22.572Z",1,"novelbin.me","9f51c64342b09e99a41fa23d0d9c50381ae37a0d607b953864eb531cfe7bccf5","marked-by-the-mad-king-alpha-chapter-113","marked-by-the-mad-king-alpha-chapter-111",302,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fmarked-by-the-mad-king-alpha-cover.jpg"]