Marked By The Mad King Alpha (Phoebe and Perry) novel Chapter 144

Perry found himself deep in thought, reflecting on the recent triumphs achieved by Timothy and his valiant warriors against the rebel packs, particularly the formidable Obsidian Claw pack. Yet, this hard-won victory had come at a steep cost—Timothy had unwittingly stumbled into a carefully laid trap devised by their adversaries. The uncertainty of the battle’s outcome loomed over them like a dark cloud, and Perry felt a surge of urgency. They had a fleeting chance to retaliate while the enemy was still reeling from their prior losses. The greatest threats now were the Crimson Fang and Obsidian Creek packs; if they could topple these two, the remaining factions would likely follow suit, collapsing one after another.

Elder Tricia’s voice broke through Perry’s thoughts, her concern evident as she expressed her worries about the lack of strong leadership for the looming attack. “We need someone to rally the troops. What about Jimmy? He has shown bravery in battle,” she suggested, her brow knitted in apprehension.

Perry shook his head firmly, knowing too well that while Jimmy was a capable warrior, he lacked the strategic acumen required for a campaign of this magnitude. “Jimmy might be brave, but strategy isn’t his strong suit. He’s never led a mission like this before. Trust me, he would only complicate things.”

It was a classic case of beta thinking. Flynn and Elder Tricia were adept at the intricacies of court politics, always maneuvering through schemes and counter-schemes, but when it came to the unpredictable chaos of the battlefield, they were utterly out of their depth.

Elder Tricia sighed heavily, the weight of their situation evident in her demeanor. “What’s your plan? Retreat?”

Perry’s resolve hardened. “No. This is our moment to strike back. We cannot let Timothy’s sacrifices be in vain.”

Then a sudden realization hit him like a bolt of lightning. “I will lead the attack myself.”

Elder Tricia’s eyes widened in disbelief. “What? You can’t just abandon the palace! You are the king! If anything were to happen to you…”

The gravity of his words hung in the air. The royal bloodline ended with him; he was the last of his line.

“Even with your strength, kings don’t charge into battle. We need someone else to command the warriors. Victory is within reach—overwhelm them, and they will surrender.”

Elder Tricia’s perspective seemed so simplistic. If only battles were as straightforward as that. The battlefield was a tempest of chaos, where plans often unraveled.

A flawed strategy was a sure path to death.

“Take care of the palace affairs. I will leave tonight.” Rising from his chair, Perry dismissed Elder Tricia’s protests with a wave of his hand.

“No, think this through, Perry. You cannot risk your life.”

Perry couldn’t help but chuckle at the irony. “I’ve been risking my life my entire existence, old man.”

Phoebe stood at the edge of chaos, caught in a whirlwind of emotions as Elder Tricia urged her to intervene. “Please, you have to stop him. He can’t go into battle. He can’t put his life on the line. He is the king—this isn’t his duty. His place is here!”

Elder Tricia’s voice was frantic, his usual calm demeanor shattered as he implored her.

“Go to his room and stop him.” He grasped her hand tightly, pulling her from her chambers toward Perry’s quarters, his urgency palpable.

Before she could fully process his request, Phoebe found herself standing before Perry’s door, anxiety coursing through her.

Elder Tricia knocked sharply on the wood, then vanished, leaving her alone and stranded.

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