Marked By The Mad King Alpha (Phoebe and Perry) novel Chapter 189

**His Mercy Tastes Like Hunger**
**Chapter 189: His Twisted Obsession**

**Phoebe’s POV**

As I took the book from Timothy, my fingers danced over the pages, scribbling down my thoughts with urgency. My mind was racing, and I felt the weight of my decisions pressing down on me.

[I won’t do that to him.] I wrote, the words feeling like a promise to myself. “We can’t predict what’s coming, but knowing Perry like I do, you’ll probably need to give him hell sometimes,” I murmured, my voice barely above a whisper.

Timothy shrugged, a casual gesture that belied the gravity of the situation, and plopped down next to me on the makeshift bed we had created amidst the chaos.

[What about Samuel and Justin?] I nudged Timothy, showing him my note with a sense of urgency. I had already broached the topic with Perry, but I needed to hear it reiterated.

“Relax, they’re okay,” Timothy replied, his tone light and dismissive. “Perry just dealt with them differently.” His laughter echoed in my ears, but the sound twisted my stomach into knots.

I couldn’t find anything amusing in this situation. My brows knitted together in confusion, and I mouthed silently to him, ‘What?’

“Perry stuck them with grunt work. No more patrol duty, no more being your bodyguards. He’s getting you new warriors,” Timothy said with a wink, as if this were fantastic news.

But I didn’t want that. My frown deepened, a heavy weight settling in my chest. Samuel and Justin were just starting to feel like allies, and the thought of being surrounded by unfamiliar faces who would only take orders from Perry filled me with dread.

Reading the turmoil on my face, Timothy’s grin widened, a mischievous glint in his eyes. “If you don’t want it, don’t accept it. Talk to him. You can make him change his mind.”

I stared down at my trembling hands, uncertainty gnawing at me. Could I really confront Perry? I had already angered him once before, and the thought of pushing too hard, of crossing a line that could lead him to despise me, sent shivers down my spine. That fear was more paralyzing than any physical threat.

“Hey, what’s going on in that head of yours?” Timothy prodded, tapping my nose playfully. “You changed his mind once. You can do it again. He’ll listen when it comes to making you comfortable.”

I lowered my head further, my fingers fidgeting restlessly.

Sure, Perry had listened to me before, but what if I became a burden? Just because I had a knack for influencing him didn’t mean I should exploit that power for every desire, right?

“Come on, have some confidence. Before you convince anyone else, you gotta convince yourself you can do it,” Timothy encouraged, ruffling my hair affectionately. “Trust me, Perry will give in.”

I hastily wrote another note, my heart racing. What if I make him angry?

“Phoebe, don’t sweat it. There are plenty of people who already annoy him. One more won’t tip the scales,” he said, bursting into laughter at my incredulous expression. I wasn’t impressed by his logic, not one bit.

“Don’t stress about it,” Timothy continued, still chuckling. “If there’s one person who won’t drive him crazy, it’s you. And if there’s one person who will, it’s definitely me. Let’s stick to our own roles, okay?”

Finally, a smile broke through my worries, and I wrapped my arms around Timothy tightly. In that moment, he felt like the brother I had always longed for.

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