Marked By The Mad King Alpha (Phoebe and Perry) novel Chapter 172

Phoebe’s POV

As I spent my break with Marcela, I felt the weight of the recent history lesson pressing heavily on my mind. We had just delved into the intricate details of our kingdom’s past, learning about the forty-three packs and how Perry’s great-grandfather had skillfully united these smaller factions under a single banner. My thoughts swirled around the enormity of it all.

Now, Perry was set on a grander vision—uniting the seven kingdoms that spanned our continent.

Valerium was merely the beginning. The other kingdoms would inevitably follow suit, as their power paled in comparison to that of Valerium. It was disheartening to think that if it weren’t for the civil war ravaging our own lands, we could have claimed that territory long ago.

The toll of the internal strife was staggering; we had lost countless skilled warriors who should have been on the front lines, fighting for our cause.

The thought of warfare and the daily toll it took on lives made my stomach churn with unease.

In an effort to distract myself, I turned to medical texts, finding solace in the idea that my studies could be a means of saving lives rather than ending them.

*Will it help if I am healthy?* I jotted down in my notebook, the ink barely dry before Marcela’s voice broke through my thoughts.

“I’m not sure, but the safest choice is to avoid it altogether. Please, just let this go,” she implored, though she must have known by now how stubborn I could be.

*I will drink your disgusting mixtures and follow every instruction you give me, just please try. Maybe there’s still hope.* I slid the note under her nose, ensuring she couldn’t ignore my plea.

“Phoebe.”

I hastily flipped through my notes, revealing the word I had been repeating in my mind for days.

*Please.*

“I should just tear that paper into shreds,” Marcela said, her eyes narrowing in disapproval.

“Fine.”

I couldn’t contain my excitement—I wrapped my arms around her and planted a kiss on her cheek, a wide smile spreading across my face.

“But there’s a catch,” Marcela said, her tone turning serious. “You must adhere to every single instruction I give you, and I won’t guarantee success. If I determine that this isn’t going to work, you must accept it without argument.”

Eagerly, I nodded, prepared to comply with whatever she required of me.

“Also, don’t get your hopes too high. The chances of this working are slim. You need to be ready for the moment when you have to let go, no matter how much you desire it.”

I inhaled deeply, the weight of her words settling heavily in my chest. I understood the odds were stacked against me, but I was willing to risk everything for even the faintest glimmer of hope.

This desire burned within me—not merely to sidestep future conflicts with the elders, but because I genuinely yearned to have Perry’s child. A small family of our own was a dream I craved.

Moreover, I was acutely aware that Perry’s ambitions involved taking lives, a thought I found unbearable.

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