[{"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-46":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},1732027,2214,"Chapter 46 A Monsters Gentle Touch","marked-by-the-mad-king-alpha-chapter-46",46,"\u003Cp>Phoebe’s POV\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I didn’t want to relive my darkest nightmare. This wasn’t like being in heat—I was completely aware now, and I refused to let him touch me this way. I couldn’t bear being hurt again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Too many people had already broken me. My mate couldn’t be another one.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"No... please...\" The words tore from my throat as panic consumed me. When Perry’s fingers circled my neck, I thought he might actually strangle me.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was exactly what Kevin used to do. He fed off the terror in my eyes, thrived on my pain and suffering. That’s what turned him on.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But something was different about Perry that I couldn’t grasp—the king didn’t seem to enjoy seeing me fall apart.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He loved making his enemies suffer, basked in their blood and agony.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet when he saw me gasping for air with his hands around my throat, something made him pause.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I didn’t actually believe he’d kill me, did I? Still, the horror blazing in my eyes made him stop.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Part of him wanted to continue, to take what he wanted the way I supposedly liked it. But another part couldn’t stomach seeing me like this.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His grip on my wrists loosened first, then his hands left my neck entirely. I immediately rolled away and collapsed, gulping air desperately. My entire body shook uncontrollably.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I wasn’t faking this terror. The fear was real, raw.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But how could I enjoy it with Kevin yet recoil from him? What went through my mind? If he could read my thoughts, what would he find?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What had really happened to me?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I was panting hard, my face flushed red as tremors wracked my frame. My dress hung in tatters.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For the first time, Perry seemed lost. Watching me struggle to breathe sent an unfamiliar ache through his chest.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The sound of his zipper made me panic again. I shoved against him weakly, wishing him dead. I would kill him—in his sleep if necessary.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Forget the war or politics. The world would be better without him. I’d slit his throat myself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The poison was unnecessary. I’d cut him open. I’d force the entire bottle down his throat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Calm down. I won’t hurt you.\" He pulled off his shirt and tried to cover me with it, though I kept fighting him with what little strength I had left. \"Just breathe.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"No...\" I whimpered pathetically, wanting him gone forever. Dead. \"No... leave me alone...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But I should have known better. Perry never listened to pleas like mine. Instead, he wrapped his arms around me and began rocking me gently.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I won’t hurt you,\" he repeated, his voice surprisingly soft.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At first, I fought like a wild animal—hitting, biting, anything to make him let go. I sank my teeth into his arm until I tasted blood, hoping the pain would free me.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He didn’t even flinch. He held me tenderly while I tore at his skin, blood streaming down his arm and coating my lips. I scratched his face, his neck, anywhere I could reach.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He never yelled or pushed me away. Just kept rocking me as if I were something precious instead of a monster trying to destroy him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I knew my wolf couldn’t surface, so there was no real danger of me clawing his throat open and ending this. Otherwise, he’d be dead already.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>God, how I wished I could shift, grow razor-sharp claws, and rip him apart right here.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I didn’t care about the war or being some symbol of resistance. I wanted him dead because he’d hurt me, just like I’d always wanted to kill Kevin.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But it was useless. His healing ability was insane—every wound I inflicted vanished within moments. Even the deep bite on his arm sealed itself, skin returning to its perfect state.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I hated that most of all.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Let me go!\" I finally found my voice and screamed at him, just like the night before when I’d begged him to end my life.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>How insane that I’d cycled through so many emotions in twenty-four hours—from wanting to die to wanting to kill. It was madness.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eventually, my strength gave out completely. I collapsed against his chest, too exhausted even to cry.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He pressed my head against him and continued that gentle rocking motion, waiting patiently for me to calm down.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When I finally stopped fighting, he lifted me carefully and carried me to the bed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He tucked me in with surprising gentleness before sliding in behind me, pulling me against his chest.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I didn’t understand this version of him—so considerate, so unlike the brutal king everyone feared.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I must have fallen asleep in his arms because when I opened my eyes, darkness had fallen outside. He was still holding me tight, as if afraid I might disappear.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His breathing was deep and even—he was sound asleep. The room lay in shadows, lit only by streetlights filtering through the window.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I shifted carefully and remembered the small poison bottle in my pocket. My dress was still mostly intact despite being torn open, and his shirt still covered me.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I reached for the bottle.\u003C\u002Fp>",851,"2026-06-06T16:11:22.292Z",1,"novelbin.me","e2f0ef80dd806cdefe2e39566efa8653c9dd3c8a21e9360175c2ebb0d5e9d5f7","marked-by-the-mad-king-alpha-chapter-47","marked-by-the-mad-king-alpha-chapter-45",302,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fmarked-by-the-mad-king-alpha-cover.jpg"]