Marked By The Mad King Alpha (Phoebe and Perry) novel Chapter 195

Chapter 195: Chapter 195 A Taste Of Blood

Phoebe’s POV

The thought of Perry heading to the battlefield twisted my stomach into knots. I couldn’t shake the dread that something terrible might happen to him out there.

Sure, he was the king with elite protection, and Perry could handle himself better than most. But war was unpredictable. No one could promise complete safety when swords were drawn and blood was spilled.

"You don’t need to worry, my queen, I am sure the king will be fine," Rosa said, her voice gentle as she tried to ease my anxiety.

I’d just shared the news about his decision with them. It wasn’t classified information anyway—the whole kingdom would know soon enough, so telling my friends seemed harmless.

But Marcela and Rosa’s reassurances did nothing to quiet the storm in my chest. I needed my mate close, where I could see him, touch him, know he was safe.

When I searched the throne room and found it empty, I made my way to the war room. He was locked in strategy meetings with his senior warriors, planning their final assault on the Valerium Kingdom.

This battle would end everything. With Valerium on their knees, it shouldn’t take long for Perry to claim victory and come home to me.

"My queen." The guard dipped his head respectfully as I approached, offering a polite smile. "I’ll let the king know you’re here."

I shook my head quickly, pulling out my writing pad. *No need. I’ll wait.*

He tried to convince me otherwise, explaining how long the meeting might drag on if Perry didn’t know I was waiting. But I kept refusing. I wouldn’t dare interrupt something so crucial.

"Then let me grab you a chair," he said, already heading off before I could protest.

He returned quickly with a comfortable chair, and I settled in to wait. I didn’t mind the silence—actually, I cherished these quiet moments where I could just watch and absorb everything around me.

The war room overlooked the front garden, where warriors trained in the afternoon sun. Some fought in human form, others shifted mid-combat into their beast shapes. The fluid transformation never stopped fascinating me—the raw power, the seamless shift between forms.

Samuel and Justin had avoided punishment, thankfully. Initially, Perry wanted to reassign them after they’d put my life at risk, but I’d worked my persuasive magic—along with some very convincing bedroom activities—to change his mind.

I’d grown attached to them. Starting over with new guards felt impossible now.

Eventually, Perry caved. Timothy had been right about one thing: Perry would bend to my wishes more often than not. I was finally starting to believe it myself.

An hour crawled by before the meeting finally broke up. Elder Tricia emerged first, followed by several other council members.

I spotted Elder Augustus, who shot me a cold look before turning away to whisper with his colleagues. Whatever decisions had been made in that room clearly didn’t sit well with him, and his resentment toward me seemed to deepen with each passing day.

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