Marked By The Mad King Alpha (Phoebe and Perry) novel Chapter 138

Chapter 138: Fury of the Mad King

Phoebe’s Perspective

The assault struck with such suddenness that I barely had time to comprehend what was unfolding around me. Even as gasps of horror rippled through the crowd, my mind struggled to process the grisly scene playing out inches from where I stood.

If I hadn’t already been seated, I’m certain I would have collapsed to the floor, just like that severed head that had just fallen with a sickening thud. My heart pounded violently in my chest, making it difficult to draw steady breaths. I had never witnessed such a brutal act—someone being beheaded—right before my eyes.

Blood gushed from the lifeless body, pooling quickly as the head rolled away, the corpse collapsing moments later. My gaze fixed on elder Wesley’s fading eyes. The look etched on his face, a mixture of shock and confusion, would haunt me for a long time to come. It was as though he had no inkling of what was about to happen before darkness claimed him.

The crowd, who had been kneeling just moments ago, scrambled away from the spot where the head had landed. Their faces drained of color, pale as sheets, but after that initial gasp of disbelief, silence fell heavy over the room. No one dared utter a sound.

This wasn’t the first time they had witnessed the king’s wrath firsthand. Not long ago, Perry had executed elder Leo for showing disrespect to his mate. Elder Wesley should have taken that as a warning.

But he had been foolish enough to believe himself untouchable.

The remaining four elders and the two alphas dropped to their knees before Perry, trembling like fragile leaves in a storm. Their voices quivered as they stammered out apologies, but I doubted their words held any weight now that they had provoked the alpha’s fury.

Perry calmly wiped the blood from his hand with the tablecloth, then rinsed it under water. His claws had made a clean, precise cut. After what felt like an eternity, he was finally able to sate the savage hunger of his wild wolves once again.

“What did you say?” Perry’s voice was low and dangerous. “My mate doesn’t deserve to be queen of this kingdom? And what nonsense was that about rules?”

His gaze locked onto alpha Howard from the Crystal Moon pack. Howard pressed his forehead to the floor, babbling frantic apologies.

“Anyone else want to say something foolish?” Perry growled, turning his attention to elder Eden, closing the distance between them.

“I’m sorry, my king. Truly, I am. This was all elder Wesley’s idea. He convinced me to go along with it,” Elder Eden stammered, trembling so violently she dared not even glance at the alpha’s boots.

Without warning, Perry grabbed a fistful of her hair, yanking her head upward to scrutinize her face. “So? You didn’t think to tell him to shove his idea and walk away?”

“I—I tried to tell him… I’m sorry…” she pleaded, voice breaking.

“You didn’t try hard enough.” His fingers tightened around her throat, crushing her windpipe before she could utter another word.

He then turned to the three remaining elders, but two of them, driven by pure terror, leapt to their feet and bolted for the door. Their minds had short-circuited, overwhelmed by fear, and their only instinct was to put as much distance as possible between themselves and the king—otherwise, they would be next.

The king had completely lost control. He showed no concern that I was still in the room, witnessing the horrific carnage.

My stomach twisted painfully, nausea rising, but I remained frozen, unable to move or look away.

With no other options, the two remaining alphas turned to me, dropping to their knees and begging for mercy and protection.

“My lady, please forgive our disrespect. We never meant it like that. We weren’t thinking clearly!” they pleaded, grasping at my legs.

I immediately stood and stepped back, which only seemed to fuel their desperation.

A grave mistake.

Their boldness in touching his mate only served to enrage the beast further.

One of them lunged suddenly, his clawed hand snaking around my throat in a vice-like grip.