Chapter 32: Chapter 32 A Stranger Being Violated
Phoebe’s POV
My heart jumped when the king stepped closer.
I caught the hunger burning in his gaze and understood what was coming. This wasn’t new territory for me.
I’d always known this moment would arrive, but anticipating something and living through it were worlds apart.
The king’s desire for me was obvious.
He was determined to possess me entirely, and there was no escaping it.
This day was always inevitable. Somewhere deep inside, I craved it too. I ached for the king’s touch, for him to make me his.
The mate bond stretched taut between us now, strained by the days we’d spent apart. It wasn’t natural for newly discovered mates to remain separated this long, especially when the king hadn’t fully claimed me yet.
I’d braced myself for this moment, but when his hands found me, my body turned to stone. My mind went blank as the king crushed his mouth to mine, kissing me with savage intensity. He slammed me against the bathroom wall—cold and slick—pinning me there with his weight.
My bare skin responded instantly, electric sparks dancing where our bodies touched.
The kiss was pure demand, like he wanted to consume me whole. He was ready to swallow me completely, and the intensity left me reeling.
His tongue forced my lips apart, sucking and biting. One hand tore at his own shirt with a growl of frustration, buttons scattering everywhere, while his other hand groped my breast roughly.
This was raw instinct. A starving predator finally spotting its prey.
Terror flooded through me.
Perry forced my legs apart with his knee, frantically unzipping his pants as he attacked my neck, teeth scraping over his mark. He hoisted me up slightly, positioning himself.
Then without any warning, he drove into me. The animalistic sound that rumbled from his chest made my thoughts scatter. I simply froze.
While Perry took his pleasure from my body, I felt nothing. I stared into empty space, my mind short-circuiting and shutting down. This was my usual response when Kevin had forced himself on me. I’d learned to stop thinking.
Even with the mate bond humming between us, despite all my longing and desperate need for my mate’s touch, I couldn’t break through. I locked myself away.
Halfway through, Perry noticed. That vacant stare in my eyes ignited his fury.
"Fuck!" The king’s rage exploded because I couldn’t even pretend to enjoy it. I was broadcasting my disgust loud and clear. "What?! Are you picturing that bastard while I’m inside you!?" He snarled against my face.
But I showed no reaction, which only stoked his anger higher. He refused to see my blank expression while I thought of another man. My nerve was staggering!
With that, Perry yanked out and spun me around, bending me over so he wouldn’t have to look at my face. Instinctively, I gripped the shower’s edge while Perry hammered into me from behind.
I squeezed my eyes shut. The pain was excruciating.
"Fuck you!" Perry drove deeper, stretching me brutally as he took his anger out on my body. "You’d rather spread your legs for him!? Fine!"
Everything blurred together—fast and slow simultaneously.
I felt like I was watching the scene from outside myself, observing a stranger being violated while I stood helpless on the sidelines.
I blinked rapidly to clear the tears—the pain was nothing new, considering how Kevin used to abuse me.
Perry gripped my waist, his fingers digging deep enough to draw blood. He saw it but didn’t care. Why should he? In his mind, I was fantasizing about another man.
What sane man could tolerate that?
Especially not the Mad King. He was planning to murder that alpha and see if I’d still think of him afterward.
When the king finished, he pulled out and released me, letting me collapse to the floor. Blood spotted the space between my legs.
My body hit the marble hard, pain radiating through every nerve, but I stayed silent. I studied the marble pattern with strange fascination. It was bizarre to focus on something so trivial in my current state.
But that’s exactly what I was doing. I examined the marble while the king ranted about something I couldn’t process.
I heard his voice but couldn’t decode the words. They sounded like wind rustling through leaves or branches tapping against glass.
"I can’t believe this." Perry glared down at my broken form. I hadn’t moved at all. My wet hair hung like a curtain over my face, but my back was to him. My pale skin showed a faint flush. "I should have killed you if not for this damn mate bond!"
Perry should have heeded Flynn’s advice.
He should have rejected me. But he couldn’t force himself to do it. Why would he set me free when that’s all I wanted—to run back and whore myself to that other alpha?
He wouldn’t make it easy for me.
"Don’t even think about returning to that place! Don’t even consider seeing him again! You’ll stay here until your flesh rots off your bones and you’re buried six feet under!"
Perry waited for some reaction. Tears, screaming, anything—but I made no sound. I remained motionless and silent.
And I stayed there on the freezing floor with blood between my legs for what felt like forever, long after the king stormed out and my body dried.
Was it an hour? Two? I couldn’t tell, but when awareness finally returned, even my hair had dried completely.
I stood up as if nothing had happened and looked down at the blood on my legs.
Without thinking, I turned on the tap and began cleaning myself. The dried blood was stubborn, forcing me to take another full shower.
When I finished, I didn’t bother with a towel before walking to the massive closet. I grabbed a shirt and pants, not even wincing when I pulled the pants over my injuries, then returned to bed.
I lay there motionless, staring at the ceiling.
I didn’t even stir when Mason entered with lunch.
Time slipped away, and when Mason returned with dinner, he found the afternoon meal sitting untouched exactly where he’d left it.
