Marked By The Mad King Alpha (Phoebe and Perry) novel Chapter 141

Phoebe found herself immersed in the world of the infirmary, surrounded by the scent of antiseptic and the soft rustle of pages turning. Each medical text she pored over was a gateway to knowledge, a treasure trove that ignited her curiosity. She diligently filled the margins with notes, inspired by the wisdom imparted by Marcela and Helen, their voices echoing in her mind as she absorbed every detail they had shared.

“You truly should take a moment to rest, my lady,” Marcela urged, her voice a blend of warmth and authority as she discovered Phoebe once again lost in a book. Despite Marcela’s persistent efforts to coax her into taking a break, Phoebe couldn’t tear herself away from the fascinating realm of medicinal herbs. It was a subject that captivated her deeply, yet it also left her with a lingering sense of frustration, knowing she lacked the skills to apply what she was learning to help others.

As night fell and she retreated to her bedroom, an unsettling loneliness enveloped her. The silence was thick and heavy, wrapping around her like an unwelcome shroud. The bed, which had once felt like a cozy haven shared with Perry during his illness, now loomed large and desolate.

Would he come to visit her tonight? He had graced her with his presence for several consecutive nights, filling the void with his warmth. Yet the responsibilities of the palace might keep him away, leaving her once again to grapple with her solitude. This thought gnawed at her heart, deepening the melancholy that had settled within her. The yearning for him felt like a betrayal to her own heart, a painful reminder of the complexity of their relationship.

Why did she long for the company of someone who had caused her so much anguish?

Yet, another part of her whispered back: she had hurt him too. The turmoil between them was not solely his doing; she bore her own share of the blame.

With a sigh, she flopped onto the bed, clutching a pillow tightly against her chest. A dull ache throbbed at the nape of her neck, a bitter reminder of Perry’s anger. Though he hadn’t inflicted the injury directly, it was a consequence of the tangled emotions they both carried. It was impossible for her to summon hatred towards him, no matter how hard she tried.

In the depths of her heart, she couldn’t bring herself to despise him.

It felt like an eternity since anyone had stood up for her. She struggled to recall a moment in her life when someone had gone to such lengths on her behalf—certainly not her father or anyone else she had known…

But Perry had done just that.

He had acted violently for her honor, but what could one expect from the Mad King?

There was a strange, unsettling satisfaction in knowing that someone cared enough to unleash their fury for her sake, especially when she felt too afraid to voice her own emotions.

Did this make her wicked as well?

She didn’t have the answers, nor did she want to dwell on them. Pressing her face deeper into the pillow, she sought the elusive comfort of sleep, but it remained just out of reach. Perry’s scent lingered on the fabric, a haunting reminder of his presence beside her.

She inhaled deeply, hoping against hope that he might arrive as he had before. Midnight slipped by, yet he did not come.

Eventually, exhaustion washed over her, and she surrendered to slumber, her mind drifting to what occupied his thoughts at that very moment.

In the realm of dreams, a majestic white wolf emerged before her, its presence commanding and powerful.

“I pledge my loyalty to you, my king. I offer my life to you and the queen,” Alpha Wallace declared, his voice trembling with a gravity that sent shivers racing down her spine. Fear laced his words as he bowed his head, pressing his forehead to the ground, pleading for forgiveness for his past misdeeds.

He had opted to remain in the palace rather than flee to his pack when the opportunity arose, guided by Elder Tricia’s wise counsel. He understood that even if he reached his territory, death would follow him if the king decided to see him finished.

The thought of royal warriors descending upon his pack after dealing with the Obsidian Claw pack and other rebels loomed ominously over him, overshadowing any hope he might have had.

Thus, he had followed Elder Tricia’s advice, hoping to prove his good intentions.

Yet, the tension in the air crackled like a storm waiting to unleash its fury. The king sat upon his throne, a statue of silence, his gaze fierce and unyielding.

Wallace’s mind flickered back to Alpha Howard, who had frozen at the king’s feet in his final moments, paralyzed by the overwhelming presence of the monarch.

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