Marked By The Mad King Alpha (Phoebe and Perry) novel Chapter 155

Reginald had managed to survive the brutal assault, a testament to his resilience, even as alpha Isaac and two other prominent leaders of the rebellion were eliminated. This left the remaining insurgents in a state of disarray, stripped of their power and direction.

Turner took charge of the aftermath, his mind set on concluding the operations before the month drew to a close. With the king’s decisive action against their most formidable adversary, there was little left to do but tidy up the remnants of the conflict.

However, Perry was relentless in his pursuit of Reginald. He devoted every ounce of his resources to tracking down the man who had slipped away, accompanied by surviving alphas and loyal warriors. Although their numbers were not particularly threatening—easily subdued if necessary—Perry was determined that Reginald would be alive when they finally caught up to him.

He envisioned the suffering he would inflict before delivering the final blow. It was only a matter of time before they found him, no matter how cleverly he hid.

Meanwhile, Reginald and his loyal followers were meeting with reinforcements from the Valerium kingdom. They had managed to cross the border without detection, a clear indication that substantial sums of money had exchanged hands. Corruption, after all, was a pervasive force in their world.

“At last, we meet. I can only imagine the hell you’ve endured this past week, Reginald,” Royal beta Allen remarked, having made the journey from Valerium specifically for this meeting. “So, how can we assist you?”

Reginald extended his hand, his smile radiating confidence as Sterling stood close by, with the three remaining alphas positioned protectively behind them.

“It’s a pleasure to see you, Royal beta Allen. Truly, the honor is mine,” Reginald said, nodding in respect.

Perry’s POV

I had always been particular about who touched my hair; only my barber had that privilege. Yet, when Phoebe offered to give it a trim, I found myself unable to refuse. To my surprise, she performed remarkably well—nothing drastic, just a simple shortening—and the way she concentrated was utterly charming.

“I really like this,” I said, admiring my reflection. Her face brightened with pride at my words, sending warmth flooding through my chest.

“You did an amazing job,” I added sincerely.

In a moment of spontaneity, I spun around and kissed her, unable to resist the urge. Lately, I had found myself stealing kisses, catching her off guard with my affection. Today was special; I had invited her to lunch with the elders and alphas to celebrate my return.

But the real festivity awaited us next month during her queen ceremony.

Today also marked the return of Timothy and the other warriors, and I knew Phoebe was particularly eager to see the royal gamma again.

As Timothy stepped out of the car, Phoebe dashed over, throwing her arms around him in a warm embrace. My jaw tightened instinctively; it didn’t matter that months had passed since they last met.

“Didn’t expect such a warm welcome,” Timothy chuckled, but his gaze quickly shifted to me, noting my intense scrutiny of their reunion. “You saw she hugged me first, right?”

Phoebe pulled back quickly, glancing at me, and I felt a surge of relief. Good—she didn’t want any misunderstandings either.

I sat with my royal beta and gamma in the war room, analyzing the situation regarding the surrendered packs and their consequences. The fates of the alphas were sealed; however, we debated whether to eliminate their entire families or to establish new leadership.

In the midst of our discussion, a knock interrupted us. We had caught her scent before the warrior announced that the healer requested an audience with me.

“Let’s call it a day for now. We can continue tomorrow,” elder Tricia suggested, rising from her seat. Timothy followed suit, stretching lazily.

Marcela bowed respectfully as they passed, receiving nods of acknowledgment in return.

Once they left, Marcela entered the room.

I studied the map laid out across the table, glancing up as she approached. “What do you need?” I asked, my curiosity piqued.

“It’s about Lady Phoebe, my king,” Marcela said, and at the mention of my mate’s name, my full attention was instantly captured.

“What about her?” I turned to face Marcela directly, eager to hear what she had to say.