Phoebe's POV
A world of difference existed between sharing a bed with Kevin and sleeping beside the king. With Kevin, all I felt was revulsion—a bone-deep disgust that made my skin crawl.
Even sharing the same oxygen felt contaminated.
But with Perry, the emotions tangled into something more complex. The disgust wasn't there, replaced instead by fear that settled alongside an unwanted longing—the mate bond's cruel joke.
His reputation terrified me, yet my body craved him because fate had branded us as mates. Still, Kevin's abuse had carved deep wounds into my psyche, leaving me doubting I could handle any man's touch, even my mate's.
I scanned my surroundings. This was my room, but Perry sleeping in my bed meant he had a key. I'd locked that door before falling asleep—I was certain of it.
