Marked By The Mad King Alpha (Phoebe and Perry) novel Chapter 91

Chapter 91: A Heart Turned to Claw

Perry’s Perspective

“What did you just say?” I narrowed my eyes sharply at Timothy, my royal beta, loosening my grip on his throat just enough to allow him to gasp for air. The crushing pressure around his neck eased slightly, though my hold remained firm.

“Pregnant… Phoebe is pregnant…” Timothy struggled to breathe, his chest rising and falling rapidly. He’d been certain I was about to end him moments ago. Judging by the intensity of my glare now, he might have preferred that fate—my eyes burned with the fury of a raging inferno.

“No. She’s not,” I said coldly.

“Marcela confirmed it,” Timothy gasped, still tense beneath my grasp, which was relaxed but not entirely released. One sudden surge of rage from me, and I could break his neck in an instant. “Phoebe’s pregnant, and she’s in terrible shape. We need to get her out of there.”

My face remained unreadable, a stone mask hiding the storm of thoughts swirling inside. I froze, and Timothy dared not move a muscle, terrified that any noise might provoke me to snap his neck right then and there.

Slowly, I climbed off him and lowered myself beside my royal gamma.

The silence between us stretched uncomfortably before I finally broke it. “How serious is her condition?”

“Marcela says she needs immediate medical attention,” Timothy explained, his voice low and urgent. “Without her wolf spirit, her body can’t heal like ours can. If we leave her there, she’ll die. And so will the baby.”

He sat up straighter, studying me carefully. My expression betrayed nothing, but behind my eyes, something flickered—a reluctant acceptance of a harsh truth. This was a bitter pill to swallow.

“So, what’s your plan, Perry?” Timothy asked cautiously. “She’s carrying your child. I went down to the dungeon to see for myself what really happened. If you think about it, you’ll realize she stopped poisoning you long ago. Her heart changed. She made mistakes, but so did you.”

I responded with a single word: “Leave.”

Timothy had expected me to lash out again, but the calmness in my tone made it clear he was nowhere near breaking through my wall.

Still, Phoebe’s life was hanging by a thread. Timothy couldn’t just abandon her. “What about Phoebe?” he asked from the doorway, keeping a safe distance to avoid another chokehold.

He wasn’t sure he’d survive a second round if I lost control.

“Leave,” I repeated, offering no further explanation.

Timothy wisely held back, knowing better than to push for answers—I might explode once more.

He left the room swiftly and headed straight to the dungeon to check on Phoebe’s condition. Marcela was still by her side, tending to her, but Phoebe looked worse than before—pale, weak, and fragile.

“Can we move her now?” Marcela asked, anxiety creeping into her voice. She didn’t understand why Phoebe was imprisoned here or what had provoked the king’s wrath.

What crime could this woman have committed to deserve such punishment?

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