Marked By The Mad King Alpha (Phoebe and Perry) novel Chapter 177

**Chapter 177: His Fury, Her Resolve**

**Perry’s POV**

The intel that reached me ignited a firestorm of rage within my veins, as if molten steel was coursing through my very being. As the king, each severed mindlink felt like a dagger plunging into my soul, a painful reminder of every fallen shifter.

These monsters would face justice for their heinous acts.

There was a certain honor in warriors falling bravely in battle, but being obliterated without a fighting chance? That was the epitome of cowardice. No self-respecting shifter would ever tolerate such disgrace.

“Keep moving!” I commanded, my voice sharp and authoritative as I led my warriors in pursuit of any trace left by the enemy. I refused to let them escape.

Turning back was not an option—what purpose would that serve? My presence wouldn’t resurrect the dead. The only viable path was forward, ensuring that those responsible paid for their actions with their own blood.

But it turned out that the intel we had was all we were going to get.

When we finally stumbled upon enemy tracks, one of my warriors caught up with us, his face pale as he delivered news from the capital that sent a chill down my spine.

“It’s a decoy. They’re using this to lure the king away from the palace, planning to strike at the central city, knowing he brought most of the warriors here,” Turner stated, articulating what Timothy had already feared.

“I can’t reach Perry—he’s too damn far!” Timothy muttered, frustration lacing his words as he struggled to maintain his composure.

Knowing Perry, he would likely dash back to the central city without a second thought, but even in his beast form, racing at full speed, he would never arrive in time.

They were at least a day away. By the time they reached the city, there might be nothing left standing. The enemy would seize control of the central city.

And Phoebe… she would be caught in the middle. As queen, she would be the perfect hostage to cripple Perry’s resolve.

“Damn the Barlukans!” Timothy growled, his thoughts spiraling to his pregnant mate. The mere thought of enemies breaching their defenses made him feel nauseous.

“Should we head back?” one of the warriors asked, uncertainty creeping into his voice.

“Even if we do, we can’t help. We need to track these bastards down quickly,” Timothy replied, making one of the hardest decisions of his life. He pondered what Perry would choose to do in this dire situation.

Would he turn back?

His answer came in the form of an overwhelming scent of blood. Timothy and the other warriors quickened their pace, only to stumble upon a gruesome sight—the king had decimated nearly two dozen shifters, whom Timothy assumed were enemies.

**Perry’s POV**

“They split,” I said grimly, shifting back into my beast form to pursue the remaining foes.

Timothy followed closely behind as we picked up the trail of the fleeing Valerium warriors. We were closing in, and soon, we would have them all.

Fueled by rage, I pushed myself harder than any of my warriors could match. I wanted every last one of them dead, especially their royal beta. A high-ranking prisoner like that would be an invaluable asset.

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