Marked By The Mad King Alpha (Phoebe and Perry) novel Chapter 198

Chapter 198: Chapter 198 A Traitor Among Elders

Perry’s POV

"Bring them in," I commanded, my voice cutting through the silence like a blade. The fleeting happiness from being with my mate evaporated, replaced by a fury that burned hotter with each passing second.

Five warriors dragged in their captives—shifters bound with silver bracelets that stripped them of their ability to transform. The metal burned their skin, but not nearly as much as my rage would.

I stepped toward the trembling traitors. They couldn’t even meet my eyes, their pathetic pleas for forgiveness already spilling from their lips. Forgiveness they’d never receive.

"Tell me who else was involved," I demanded.

"No one else, my king... no one else," one stammered.

These were senior border guards—warriors I’d trusted to protect our territory. Instead, they’d sold us out to the Valeriums, accepting bribes to let enemy forces slip through our defenses like shadows in the night.

Elder Tricia had uncovered their names when another warrior confessed to witnessing the treacherous exchange.

"How many got through?"

"Five..."

"Five what?!" I roared, my control slipping. These fools had compromised everything, spitting on the graves of every warrior who’d died defending this kingdom.

"Five thousand," he whispered, then immediately began begging for his worthless life.

"Five thousand?!"

The room erupted in shocked murmurs.

"That’s a full army!"

"They could destroy us from within!"

"How could this happen?"

I silenced them with a look before turning back to the traitor. "When?"

"Royal Beta Allen arrived a few weeks ago with two thousand," he confessed, confirming what we’d learned from the landslide site. "Three thousand more came last week."

Another shifter jumped in, desperate to curry favor through cooperation. As if betraying his fellow traitors would somehow save his neck.

"How many died in the landslide?"

"Five hundred confirmed, still counting," my royal warrior reported. I could see the conflict in his eyes—pity for the condemned, but righteous anger at their betrayal.