Marked By The Mad King Alpha (Phoebe and Perry) novel Chapter 173

Phoebe’s POV

Justin and Samuel stood frozen, their expressions a mix of astonishment and disbelief as they witnessed the scene unfolding before them. The wild wolves, fierce hunters that roamed the depths of the forest, were known to be untouchable—only the king could approach them without fear or consequence. Yet, what I was experiencing at that moment shattered all their preconceived notions.

The wolf pack approached me with an unexpected gentleness, their once intimidating presence softened as if they were well-trained companions. To my surprise, they had brought their young ones along, a sight that filled my heart with warmth. The three pups I had encountered during my last visit had grown significantly, their size now a testament to their parents, though they still appeared small and playful.

My heart swelled with joy as I watched them frolic and explore around me. I took the largest portion of food I had brought and offered it to the three growing wolves, silently wishing for them to thrive and flourish. That simple prayer echoed in my heart, a sincere hope for these magnificent beings.

Meanwhile, Samuel and Justin remained at a cautious distance, their bodies tense as they observed the unfolding interaction. Any movement from them provoked a low, warning growl from the alpha, immediately alerting the entire pack, who turned their fierce gazes toward the two warriors. Recognizing the danger, Justin and Samuel wisely decided to hold their ground, not daring to test their luck further while I appeared completely at ease. It was just as I had promised—I had formed a bond with these fearsome creatures.

They positioned themselves carefully, close enough to keep an eye on my safety, yet far enough to avoid inciting the wolves’ protective instincts. I lingered with them until midday, savoring the tranquil atmosphere before reluctantly making my way back to the palace for lunch. Despite my lack of appetite, a gnawing hunger still tugged at my insides.

As we walked, Justin broke the silence, his curiosity evident. “How do you manage that, my queen?” he asked, his tone light but filled with genuine intrigue.

I noticed that he was far more talkative than Samuel, who preferred to remain silent, his demeanor stoic as usual. I shrugged lightly and scribbled a response on the small notepad I carried. [The king presented me as his mate during my first visit. Perhaps he could introduce you both to them.]

Justin’s face contorted in mock horror as he read my suggestion. “The issue is—I’d meet my demise asking the king such a favor long before those wolves could shred me apart,” he replied dramatically, his flair for theatrics earning him a sharp kick from Samuel, a clear reminder to show proper respect in my presence.

“I meant no offense, my queen. It’s simply that—” Justin stammered, his panicked expression eliciting a laugh from me. My smile radiated warmth, and as the sunlight bathed my face, I felt as if I glowed from within.

Both Justin and Samuel paused, momentarily captivated by the brightness I exuded. Where the king commanded respect through fear, I offered a gentler approach—warm as sunshine, peaceful as the soft glow of moonbeams.

[I appreciate you both accompanying me here,] I wrote, my gratitude sincere.

“No thanks necessary. This is our obligation,” Justin replied, a hint of pride in his voice.

Fiona was in a desperate state, desperately seeking an audience with Reginald, who had been avoiding her at all costs. He hadn’t even returned to their shared bedroom at night, leaving her feeling more isolated than ever.

Finally, after several fruitless attempts, she managed to corner him in the war room, where escape was no longer an option for him.

“Please, you have to talk to me. Why this avoidance? I acknowledge my mistakes. I truly understand that… but please, don’t treat me this way. This treatment will destroy me…” Fiona pleaded, her voice trembling with emotion.

In just three days since her last dosage, she had shed considerable weight, and the toll of her anxiety was evident. She had also been evading royal beta Allen, unable to face him after everything that had transpired.

The complication lay in the fact that Reginald and Allen spent most of their time together with other alphas, strategizing for an impending battle. The atmosphere was thick with tension, particularly with the king’s arrival alongside his warriors and the royal gamma—ready to strike at a moment’s notice.

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