The former alpha Sterling had always claimed his son was more devious than himself. Kevin’s impulsive nature worried him, but with no other heir, he had no choice. His only son. His only child.
“I rejected her, yes. But the mate bond never truly severed. I still feel drawn to her – can’t fight it.” Kevin leaned back, meeting Cameron’s stare. “I could ask you the same. Why want her back after mistreating her all these years?”
Cameron had no answer. On sleepless nights, he wondered when their relationship had soured. When had he first been cruel to his daughter?
When had Phoebe transformed from his precious child into a burden he resented?
If he dug deeper, he realized he didn’t truly hate her. He’d punished her mistakes, but couldn’t pinpoint when it had gone too far, or how to return from that dark path.
She was his daughter, after all.
“Maybe you should reconsider. Phoebe might be better off at the palace with the king. He is her mate.”
Kevin’s eyebrows shot up before he laughed mockingly. “Listen to yourself.” He leaned forward, voice turning icy. “He’s the Mad King. You think he’ll treat her better than we did?”
“She’s still his mate.”
Kevin shook his head as if Cameron had said something monumentally stupid. The former beta’s irritation flared, though he kept it hidden.
“If the king saw her as his mate, he’d have announced her as future queen. Especially after that dramatic marking at my ceremony.”
The memory still stung – people would remember the king’s spectacle more than Kevin’s own ceremony.
“He’s made no announcement. That means he doesn’t want her. Think he’s not mistreating her too?”
Again, Cameron had no response.
Everything involving the Mad King spelled disaster. Since taking the throne, he’d dragged the kingdom into endless wars of expansion. It had become an obsession.
Alpha protests against his decisions remained muted – they feared his retaliation.
But Cameron knew the king wasn’t beloved. Fear kept them in line.
“The mad king might have killed her while we’re sitting here talking. Last I heard, he fed traitors to wild wolves in the forest.”
Cameron knew that story too.
“How can you be sure your daughter isn’t out there alone, being hunted by wild wolves when she can’t even shift?”
Cameron’s jaw clenched – exactly the reaction Kevin wanted. He’d maneuvered the former beta into his game, making him another pawn.
“Why don’t you check on her? I can’t – no authority, and it would endanger our pack. But you’re her father. You have every right to see her.”
***
**Phoebe’s POV**
“Stop it!” Perry snarled in my face, looking ready to strangle me. Had I finally driven him as insane as everyone claimed he was?
The Moon Goddess must have a twisted sense of humor, pairing us together.
“Kill me!” I screamed at the top of my lungs. When he couldn’t find another way to silence me, instinct took over – he crushed his mouth to mine.
This wasn’t a kiss. It was pure rage and desperation. Perry bit down on my lip until he drew blood, and I returned the favor, my fear forgotten in my fury.
“You really want to die?” he sneered, then bit down on my mark. I cried out, trying to push him away, but he was immovable.
Then I felt it – heat spreading across my skin, my heart racing. We both realized what was happening at the same moment.
I was going into heat.
Phoebe’s POV
At first, I didn’t understand what was happening to me, but my body moved on its own, grinding against Perry without thought. This strange ache twisted in my stomach, followed by a searing fire that ignited from my very core.
The flames consumed every inch of me, and I had no idea how to extinguish them. The only relief came when I pressed myself harder against the king’s solid frame.
Something about Perry’s weight pinning me down felt perfect. Being trapped beneath him like this, so close I could feel his heartbeat – it should have terrified me.
Instead, I craved it.
And I despised myself for that weakness.
When Perry sank his teeth into my mark, I completely shattered. A gasp tore from my throat, followed by a moan I couldn’t suppress no matter how hard I tried.
That’s when understanding flickered in Perry’s eyes. I was in heat, and he was my only salvation from this burning torment.
Perry pulled back slightly, studying my face. I felt the heat creeping up my neck and chest, turning my skin crimson as I panted. My hips lifted instinctively, seeking friction against his hardness.
The way he watched me – like I was some fascinating creature – made my skin crawl and burn hotter at the same time. Here I was, desperate for release when moments ago I’d wanted death.
The irony wasn’t lost on either of us.
“What do you want?” Perry’s voice was rough with barely contained control. I could see the sadistic gleam in his eyes. “Tell me exactly what you need.”
“Get… away from me,” I managed through gritted teeth, though my traitorous body clung to him.
“Really?” His tongue traced my neck, making me shudder. “Your body’s telling me something completely different.”
I hated how he could read me so easily. When the heat consumed me like this, I couldn’t hide behind walls or fury. I was raw, exposed, needy.
And he loved every second of it.
“Don’t you want me to touch you like this?”
His palm covered my breast, and I responded instantly with a soft whimper that drove him wild.
The sound of fabric tearing filled the air. My shirt fell away in shreds, but I didn’t protest. The material had felt like sandpaper against my oversensitive skin.
“Or like this?” My bra joined the ruins of my shirt, freeing me completely. His hands molded to my flesh, and I arched into his touch despite myself. “I know you’re loving this…”
My breathing turned ragged, but I made one last desperate attempt to salvage my pride. “Leave me… alone.”
“Not a chance. Who else is going to take care of you?” His gaze fixated on my hardened peaks before his head dipped lower. “You need me.”
When his mouth closed over me, I lost all coherent thought. My back bowed as his tongue swirled and his teeth grazed sensitive flesh.
“No…” The word came out as more plea than protest.
He’d released my wrists, but instead of pushing him away, my fingers tangled in his hair. I couldn’t make myself reject what my body craved so desperately.
The fire inside me blazed hotter. I needed him with a desperation that terrified me.
Perry lavished attention on my other breast while his hand traced downward, finding where I was already slick with need. His approving hum vibrated against my skin as he circled that bundle of nerves, making me cry out.
When he positioned himself between my thighs, I nearly sobbed with relief. This was exactly where I needed him to be.
The sensation overwhelmed me when his fingers pushed inside, moving with skilled precision until stars exploded behind my eyelids. My body convulsed as the climax crashed over me, grateful he didn’t deny me that release.
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