Marked By The Mad King Alpha (Phoebe and Perry) novel Chapter 127

Chapter 127: A Queen Without a Fang

Phoebe’s Perspective

I turned my gaze toward Perry, my eyes filled with silent questions. I gave a slight shake of my head, but then a flicker of an idea crossed my mind—one he caught instantly.

“What place would you like to visit?” His hand reached out gently, fingers weaving through the soft curls of my hair. The gesture felt instinctive, as if he couldn’t help himself. “Tell me.”

I noticed the way his eyes reflected the memory of our earlier conversation. He wanted to make this a habit—taking me to the places I had always dreamed of seeing, making those dreams real.

My lips pressed together, and I shook my head once more, though I didn’t pull away from his touch. There was comfort in the warmth of his hand.

Without warning, he withdrew and stood up, crossing the room to grab a sheet of paper and a pen. Placing them before me, he said, “Write down every place you want to visit. We’ll go once a month.” Then, without another word, he left the room, leaving me alone with my thoughts.

I stared at the closed door, the paper and pen still clutched in my hands.

Places I wanted to visit? The question lingered in my mind, stirring a mix of curiosity and hesitation.

“Incredible work, my lady!” Marcela’s voice bubbled with enthusiasm as I carefully mixed the intricate herbal remedy. “You truly have a gift for this!”

Her praise wasn’t mere politeness—I could sense the genuine admiration behind her words.

For the first time in weeks, a real smile spread across my face. Accomplishing something tangible felt like a breath of fresh air.

My tongue had healed completely—no more pain, no irritation—but in the quiet that had settled over me, I had grown accustomed to silence. Speaking now felt almost unnecessary.

“Next, we’ll try this one…” Marcela’s excitement was contagious. She loved sharing her passion with someone who understood.

Finding shifters interested in medicine was rare; most relied solely on their supernatural healing abilities.

Occasionally, Lynn and Rosa would stop by to learn from Marcela, and I had met them a few times. Having more friends in the palace was a small comfort, especially when trust was such a scarce commodity.

“Here, read this first, then we’ll look for—”

Her words were cut off by a knock at the door. Marcela opened it to reveal Elder Wesley and Elder Eden, their smiles tight and eyes sharp as they fixed their gaze on me.

“You may leave. We need to speak with her,” Elder Eden ordered. Despite her age—early seventies, with stark white hair—her voice was firm and commanding.

Marcela hesitated but stood her ground. “I should stay with her. Besides, the king said elders shouldn’t be here without his knowledge. Does he know you’re here?”

Fear flickered in her eyes, but she refused to back down. The king’s wrath was far more terrifying than any elder’s.

I furrowed my brows. Their words were so perfectly synchronized, as if they had rehearsed this entire exchange.

“We have no personal grudge against you—we barely know you—but we hope you’ll decline the queen’s position. You may remain with the king, just without the title. I know this role isn’t something you desire.”

“I saw your expression earlier. You don’t want the status either, right?”

They spoke as though they knew me intimately, which only fueled my irritation. I already despised them.

“Let me be frank,” Elder Wesley sighed, as if unburdening himself. “You are not the queen we seek for our king. You simply do not fit the role.”

“Furthermore…”

He paused, fixing me with a gaze that made my stomach churn. I hated being examined so coldly.

“You don’t have a wolf spirit, do you?” His face twisted as if he had uttered a blasphemy. “You are also rejected, which makes you bad luck for this kingdom.”

After the elders shut Marcela out, she rushed straight to the throne room to inform the king of this unauthorized visit.

Flynn wasn’t the only one who considered Phoebe cursed.