Perry's POV
"My king..." Marcela's voice shook as she tried reaching him. Her entire frame trembled. "My king... please, calm down..." She tracked the beast's stare, realizing he was fixated on his mate.
"Marcela... don't..." Cameron's voice came out barely above a whisper. He held his breath without realizing it, knowing that one wrong move meant death.
Just like those warriors outside.
"Come over here..." he told Marcela.
Marcela couldn't tell, but Cameron recognized the way the beast watched his mate lying on the ground. Pure obsession mixed with fierce protectiveness.
High-ranking male shifters always displayed this possessiveness. The intensity depended on how dominant they were.
And no one could match the Mad King in that regard. He was beast incarnate.
"Come here, you'll only get yourself killed." Cameron felt torn about leaving his daughter alone with the king, but his instincts told him I would be fine.
