Marked By The Mad King Alpha (Phoebe and Perry) novel Chapter 105

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Chapter 105: Sentiment Has No Place

“Are you deliberately trying to pick a fight with me at every turn?” Flynn’s voice was sharp, laced with frustration, as Timothy stubbornly resisted every point he made.

Flynn wasn’t naturally gifted at reading emotions the way Timothy was; that much was clear. Still, he clung tightly to his convictions. There were rules—laws—that couldn’t be ignored, no matter the circumstances.

“I’m not trying to fight you, Flynn,” Timothy replied, his eyes narrowing with a dangerous edge. “I’m simply telling you the truth, but you’re acting as if I’m attacking you personally. That’s absurd.” His tone grew more intense. “Sometimes, you have to put yourself in someone else’s shoes, use a little empathy to truly understand what’s going on.”

“Did you use yours?” Flynn shot back coldly. “Look where we’ve ended up because of this.”

Timothy didn’t want this argument to escalate, but a petty urge welled inside him. “I could ask you the same question.”

Before their heated exchange could spiral further, Marcela appeared, her voice hesitant and urgent.

“Sorry to interrupt… is this something important?” She glanced between them, sensing the thick tension hanging in the air.

“No interruption,” Timothy said, shaking his head as he took a deep breath to calm himself. Flynn stepped back, his hostility easing slightly. “What’s going on?”

Marcela’s face was pale as she spoke. “The king… he’s in the infirmary.”

Perry’s Perspective

A wave of relief crashed over me. We wouldn’t have to risk our lives wandering into the forest. But deep down, I knew this was just the beginning of a much bigger problem.

“Perry,” Timothy called as Flynn entered the room, striding directly toward me.

“You had us all worried,” Flynn said, stopping at the foot of the bed.

I was holding Phoebe’s hand, my mind a blank void. No one could read the storm of thoughts swirling inside me.

“You need to leave. There’s a council—”

Flynn’s words were cut off abruptly as I snapped upright, my fingers closing tightly around his throat. Rage blazed in my eyes as I slammed my loyal beta against the wall.

“I’m not going anywhere,” I growled, my voice low and threatening.

Timothy rushed forward, trying to pull me away before I crushed Flynn’s windpipe. Nearby, Marcela trembled, fear radiating from her. Just seeing me like this made her heart pound uncontrollably.

This wasn’t the first time she’d witnessed my violent outbursts. After what happened in the dungeon, Marcela seemed haunted, as if the trauma would never leave her.