Marked By The Mad King Alpha (Phoebe and Perry) novel Chapter 192

**His Mercy Tastes Like Hunger**
**Chapter 192: You Will Keep The Baby**

**Phoebe’s POV**

A wave of warmth washed over me, a feeling of deep satisfaction, as a rugged warrior approached, gratitude etched into the lines of his weathered face. His voice, thick with emotion, broke through the usual din of the pack as he thanked me for my swift intervention during the crisis. Without my timely action, he would have lost his wolf spirit forever, sealing his fate as a warrior in despair.

In that moment, I felt a surge of pride. Despite my silence, I nodded in acknowledgment, a small smile gracing my lips as I gestured to him, my heart swelling at the thought of his relief. It was a small but significant victory, a reminder that I could still make a difference, even without words.

As days passed, I began to notice a subtle shift in how the pack perceived me. No longer was I seen as the frail, hopeless figure they had once assumed I was. Whispers of my situation spread through the camp like wildfire—everyone knew I lacked a wolf spirit, though the reasons behind it remained shrouded in mystery.

This transformation in their perception of me had a ripple effect on how they regarded the king, too.

“Have you seen how gentle he is with her?” one warrior remarked, his voice low as he leaned toward his companion. “No matter how fierce he appears, he softens for his mate.”

“I saw him yesterday, braiding Queen Phoebe’s hair. They looked absolutely adorable together,” another chimed in, a dreamy expression on her face.

“Just the other day, I witnessed him scolding a warrior, but the moment Queen Phoebe approached, his entire demeanor shifted. It was like watching a storm give way to sunshine,” a third added, eyes wide with wonder.

These conversations floated around me, filling the air with a buzz of excitement and intrigue. Lynn and Rosa, my dear friends, were particularly taken with the idea of romance, practically swooning at the thought of finding someone as captivating as the king.

“Though honestly, could you make him a tad less terrifying? I still tremble when he enters the same room. His presence is just so… overwhelming,” Lynn admitted, a shiver running down her spine as she spoke.

As the sisters continued to chatter, I listened intently, occasionally chiming in with my own thoughts. Together, we stirred a healing brew, the fragrant herbs filling the air with a sense of calm.

The warriors were mending well, the lightness in our workload a welcome change.

Just then, as if summoned by fate, Rosa nearly dropped her ladle upon spotting the king striding toward us. She elbowed Lynn, her eyes wide with alarm, clearly worried he might overhear their animated discussion.

But their concerns were misplaced. Perry, the king, was entirely focused on me, his gaze unwavering as he approached. He leaned down, his lips brushing my cheek in a tender gesture, but my curiosity got the better of me. I turned my head just in time, our lips meeting unexpectedly, igniting a spark that made my heart race.

“Oops! Didn’t realize you were so eager for a kiss,” Perry teased, his eyes dancing with mischief. He captured my lips again, his playful nature making it impossible for me to object.

The atmosphere grew thick with unspoken tension, and sensing the heat between us, Rosa and Lynn quietly slipped away, leaving us to our moment.

I gently pushed him back, my cheeks flushed, signaling for him to stop. My lips formed the words: *What?*

With a soft chuckle, Perry pressed a delicate kiss to the tip of my nose, his gaze lingering on my swollen lips with evident satisfaction. “Let’s head back to the palace. You’ve done enough here. Those healers you recruited can handle the rest.”

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