Marked By The Mad King Alpha (Phoebe and Perry) novel Chapter 143

Timothy found himself ensnared in a precarious predicament, a trap meticulously crafted by his enemies, Alpha Theodore and Reginald. Anger and frustration coursed through him, a relentless tide fueled by the realization that he had foolishly distanced himself from his loyal warriors, leaving him exposed and vulnerable. As he stood in the crumbling remains of the Obsidian Claw pack house, the air thick with tension, he understood that he needed to formulate a plan to escape, even as the weight of his misjudgment bore down on him like a suffocating fog.

Alpha Theodore, with a mocking grin, acknowledged Timothy’s sharp strategic mind but pointedly highlighted his inexperience. “You have a youthful brilliance, I’ll give you that,” he sneered. “But your lack of experience is glaringly obvious.” Timothy’s defiance flared in response, a spark igniting within him as he searched the surroundings for any potential escape route.

“Forgive me for not being as ancient as you,” he shot back, his eyes narrowing as he took in the crumbling walls that surrounded him. They loomed like the ghosts of a once-mighty fortress, a stark reminder of the power he had once wielded. This place, which he had fought so hard to reclaim, now felt like a gilded cage.

“Let’s finish this, shall we?” Timothy challenged, tilting his head defiantly. “But really, isn’t it a bit excessive for both of you to take me on at once? Show a bit of honor instead.” His voice dripped with sarcasm, but Reginald, dismissive of his attempts to stall for time, wasted no moment. In an instant, he morphed into his beast form and lunged at Timothy with a ferocity that took his breath away.

Having spent considerable time in the palace, Reginald had studied Timothy’s tactics closely. He was a master manipulator, having earned the loyalty of countless warriors who would follow him into battle without hesitation. He wouldn’t allow Timothy to distract Alpha Theodore, and as Reginald shifted, it signaled Alpha Theodore to do the same. The alpha’s beast was larger, a testament to his authority, yet Reginald’s speed, honed through rigorous training, gave him the advantage.

Timothy’s heart raced as he dashed forward, desperate to reach the door—the only possible escape. The debris from the collapsed ceiling loomed high, an obstacle he had to navigate. But to reach that door, he needed to neutralize the threats posed by both men.

The air crackled with tension as Reginald and Alpha Theodore executed their attacks with seamless precision, a partnership that left Timothy in a perilous situation. Yet, Timothy was no stranger to adversity. He had faced countless battles before and knew how to seize the moment. Spotting an opening, he executed a swift maneuver, pinning Alpha Theodore down and launching a surprise attack on his throat.

The shock of Timothy’s sudden aggression caught both men off guard, freezing them in place for a fleeting moment. As Alpha Theodore struggled to maintain his beast form, he was forced back into his human shape, clutching his throat in disbelief and fury.

With a desperate crawl, Alpha Theodore attempted to distance himself, his eyes blazing with rage as he glared at Reginald, urging him to end the fight swiftly. But Timothy wasn’t about to let him escape. He seized the alpha by the shoulder, his claws pressing against the vulnerable skin of his neck, a deadly threat that could seal their fate.

“Yield, Reginald,” Timothy commanded, his voice steady despite the chaos swirling around him. He had managed to reach one of his nearby warriors, a stroke of luck he desperately needed. “You won’t last long if you resist.”

Reginald, shifting back into his human form, looked at Timothy incredulously. “Surrender? Do you think your king will allow me to live?” he scoffed, the tension palpable in the air.

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