Marked By The Mad King Alpha (Phoebe and Perry) novel Chapter 186

**His Mercy Tastes Like Hunger**
**Chapter 186: The King’s Lethal Wrath**

**186**

**Wrath**

**Fiona’s POV**

With a steadying hand on Tricia’s shoulder, Joe helped her navigate the treacherous terrain while Upton bore Reginald on his back, his muscles straining under the weight. Fiona led the small, weary band forward, her heart heavy with the burden of their shared fate. The brothers had filled her in on the harrowing chaos that had erupted at the entrance of the capital, and the details weighed on her mind like a thick fog.

The avalanche had been a merciless force, claiming thousands of Valerium fighters, their lives extinguished beneath tons of unforgiving rock and debris. It was a grim reminder of the fragility of life, and now, only a scattered few had managed to escape the devastation. Those survivors were now huddled together in the shadows, their hearts pounding in their chests as they desperately sought to evade the royal forces that hunted them like prey.

For the moment, they found themselves in a fragile sanctuary, but Fiona knew it wouldn’t last. The royal army had suffered its own heavy losses, yet the tides of fate could turn swiftly. Rumors had begun to swirl like a tempest, whispering that the king had returned. That knowledge sent a shiver down her spine; it was only a matter of time before he swept through the area, his warriors at his side, hunting down any remnants of resistance.

“Have you picked up anything else?” Reginald’s voice was strained, the words escaping his lips with difficulty as he clung to Upton’s back. His face was ashen, a stark contrast to the signs of healing that were beginning to show on his wounds.

“Nothing new,” Upton responded, adjusting his grip to better support his brother’s weight. “Getting any closer to their camp would be suicide, especially with all this unstable ground from the slide.”

Joe’s jaw clenched tightly, a storm brewing behind his eyes. “We have to go back for Darius’s body. He deserves a proper burial.” His words hung in the air, heavy with the weight of loss and grief.

“We will,” Fiona promised, though guilt twisted like a knife in her chest. Darius had perished because of her choices, a bitter truth that gnawed at her insides. If she could trade places with him, she would do so in a heartbeat. At least in death, she would find solace, reunited with her parents. But Draven still needed her, and that thought propelled her forward, even when her legs felt like lead.

“How much farther?” she asked, exhaustion pooling in her bones and weighing down every step she took.

She had stumbled upon Upton and Joe while searching the landslide area, lost and disoriented, with no knowledge of where the other survivors had sought refuge.

“Just over that ridge,” Upton replied, his voice steady despite the circumstances. “There’s a small cabin we can use temporarily, but we’ll need to relocate soon. Our numbers are too few to stay in one place for long.”

Fiona nodded, forcing her weary legs to keep moving. They still had to retrieve Darius’s body, and a myriad of other tasks awaited them if they wanted to survive this nightmare.

**Phoebe’s POV**

I threw my arms around Perry, clinging to him with every ounce of strength I could muster. Whatever dark intentions brewed within him, I knew they would not end well, especially when he was this furious.

I shook my head vigorously, trying to hold him back, but how could I possibly match the king’s strength? The exhaustion that clung to me felt like a heavy cloak, threatening to drag me down into despair at any moment.

To my astonishment, he actually halted in his tracks. My desperate resolve to protect Samuel and Justin was the only thing keeping him from unleashing his fury upon them.

“Step back, Phoebe.” His voice had taken on a lethal edge, each word laced with a menacing undertone. I hadn’t heard him sound this terrifying in ages, and honestly, it sent chills racing down my spine.

The most unsettling part was the realization that my fear paled in comparison to the dread I felt knowing his wrath was directed at them, not me. Perry was seething with rage, and he was making no effort to conceal it.

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