[{"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-130":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},1732111,2214,"Chapter 130 His Silent Suffering","marked-by-the-mad-king-alpha-chapter-130",130,"\u003Cp>Fiona’s arms circled his waist as her fingers traced along his length, hunger evident in her touch. She craved another round—the sex had blown her mind completely.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Reginald’s dominance thrilled her, and she surrendered willingly to his control.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But boredom crept through him. He wanted resistance, rejection, a real fight. That would make things interesting. As a shifter, he preferred his conquests hard-won.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This woman offered no challenge whatsoever.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Still, he couldn’t risk offending her. Her pack’s alliance was crucial right now.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As Alpha Theodore’s precious daughter, Fiona demanded careful handling.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"What’s eating at you? Spill.\" Her tongue traced his spine, desperate to keep him aroused, to make him stay longer.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This clingy behavior grated on his nerves.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"If it’s about the war, Daddy might help if you ask nicely.\" She nipped his shoulder, giggling. \"You know how he melts for me.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Reginald’s eyes stayed shut. Arousal died when he focused on the blonde pawing at him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"The battle, yeah. We’re calling a meeting. Need a thousand more fighters from your pack. The others offered five hundred each—can’t spare more since they’re protecting their own turf.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Obsidian Claw and Crimson Fang territories touched at the river Phoebe had crossed two years back.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Phoebe...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Heat surged through him imagining those cascading locks were her rich brown hair instead.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fiona mistook his reaction as desire and grew bolder.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lucky break for him—Fiona’s infatuation had fast-tracked his heir status. Alpha Theodore would only hand over his daughter if Alpha Sterling officially named Reginald successor.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That final push had forced Sterling to quit the mind games and testing. Sterling had always planned to make him heir anyway, just being his usual stubborn self.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Reginald couldn’t seem too eager for the title.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What choice did Sterling have without a son?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Reginald had eliminated Kyra and Kevin’s unborn child, leaving Sterling with no blood heirs.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Consider it done,\" Fiona purred, dropping to her knees. Her tongue flicked across his tip.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Reginald’s head fell back, breathing ragged.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He bit down hard to stop Phoebe’s name from escaping his lips.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fiona knew how to use that tongue—he’d give her that much.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>——\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>**Phoebe’s POV**\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The sensation of being watched pulled me from sleep. When I rolled over, Perry sat in the chair beside my bed, staring.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Sorry for waking you.\" His brow creased with concern.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Something troubled him deeply—I could see it written across his features. \"Go back to sleep.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Instead, I sat up and studied him as he scrubbed his face roughly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Can’t sleep,\" he rasped. Dark circles shadowed his eyes, proof he’d been struggling for days.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The exhaustion only made him look more dangerous.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I shouldn’t be here.\" He stood abruptly and left without waiting for my response.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The next night, he returned.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This time I kept my eyes closed, feigning sleep. It continued night after night.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A week passed with Perry keeping his silent vigil. He’d arrive after dark and remain like a sentinel until dawn broke.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I wasn’t sure what to make of it. He never touched me or tried joining me in bed. But during daylight hours, he looked increasingly haggard.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Terrifying... exhaustion sharpened his savage edges.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>On the tenth night, I couldn’t stand it anymore. I sat up and faced him directly, startling him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Like always, he apologized and rose to leave.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Before he could escape, I caught his hand. His gaze dropped to where our skin connected, then lifted to mine with silent questions.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Honestly, I didn’t know what I wanted. Instinct and impulse drove my actions, and now I questioned whether my next move made any sense.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But I could see his suffering. Flynn faced punishment, Timothy had gone to war, and Elder Tricia wasn’t like the other two.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The elder was a mentor, not a friend.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I tugged him toward the bed. His eyes widened, but he didn’t resist—why would he when this was exactly what he craved?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I released his hand once he settled on the mattress, pulse hammering.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You want to sleep here?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I didn’t answer, just shifted away to give him space before lying back down, my back to him.\u003C\u002Fp>",684,"2026-06-06T16:11:22.572Z",1,"novelbin.me","7882170bb9fc08a00dfe4ad25b8bdb2cbee6763c430dadf71f9e4f9d579846cd","marked-by-the-mad-king-alpha-chapter-131","marked-by-the-mad-king-alpha-chapter-129",302,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fmarked-by-the-mad-king-alpha-cover.jpg"]