Marked By The Mad King Alpha (Phoebe and Perry) novel Chapter 111

Chapter 111: A Prayer for Her Fury

Flynn’s anger surged uncontrollably when he found out that Perry had taken Phoebe away to the eastern region of the kingdom. The two were now sequestered in one of the royal family’s secluded retreats nestled there.

“Quit complaining to me,” Timothy snapped, his tone firm. “If you want my honest opinion, I fully support Perry’s decision. They both need time apart to sort through their feelings.”

“Time apart?!” Flynn’s voice broke with frustration. “How much space could they possibly require? They’ve been inseparable for so long! How can Perry just abandon his duties like this?”

“Flynn, he’s not shirking responsibility,” Timothy replied calmly. “He’s done everything necessary. Even if he stayed, there’s nothing more he could achieve—unless you expect him to launch a war against the Obsidian Claw pack and those rebellious factions.”

Timothy was deeply engrossed in the preparations for the upcoming battle, ready to lead the assault himself. He would be away from the palace for at least a month—the estimated time needed to quell the uprising.

“I can’t get through to you! You only understand fighting. You don’t comprehend the political chaos tearing this kingdom apart!” Flynn growled. “You have no idea how ruthless it is to manage those elders.”

Timothy finally lost patience with Flynn’s relentless griping. He spun around to face the royal beta directly. The three of them had grown up as close friends, but Flynn’s idealistic views often grated on everyone’s nerves.

“Have you ever stood on the front lines of a battlefield? Do the elders’ politics threaten your life?” Timothy’s gaze locked with Flynn’s, demanding an answer.

“That’s your expertise. You know how to handle it.”

“Then you’ve already answered your own question, Flynn.” Timothy exhaled deeply, stepping closer to grasp Flynn’s shoulders firmly. “Don’t be so rigid. If you break the king any further, this kingdom will spiral into madness with nothing left to hold onto.”

Flynn clenched his jaw, choosing silence. Later that night, a secret message arrived, requesting a private meeting.

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**Perry’s Perspective**

I carefully lifted Phoebe from the car; she’d dozed off during our drive to the beach house. The late afternoon sky was heavy with thick clouds, the temperature just right. In the distance, the ocean waves crashed rhythmically against the shore.

I had only brought a small group of warriors with me, planning to stay no longer than two or three days. I couldn’t afford to be away from the palace any longer.

Holding Phoebe close to my chest, I studied her sleeping face. She looked pale, almost ghostly, her lips parted slightly as she breathed softly.

We ascended the stairs to the second-floor bedroom. As I pushed the door open, a rush of salty sea air greeted me instantly. The balcony doors stood wide open, revealing the vast, endless blue ocean stretching beyond.

The view was breathtaking, almost surreal.

“I opened the doors to freshen the room. Would you like me to close them, my king?” The elderly butler whispered, careful not to disturb Phoebe’s rest.

He had heard rumors about the king’s mate, but since no ceremony had been held in her honor after all this time, he had assumed they were just gossip. Yet, seeing this woman and the way I treated her, he knew immediately—she was truly my mate.

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