Marked By The Mad King Alpha (Phoebe and Perry) novel Chapter 199

Chapter 199: Chapter 199 The Crushing Sorrow

Perry’s POV

I watched Elder Augustus’s body go rigid when he heard my words. He couldn’t lift his head to meet my gaze, but neither could anyone else in the war room, so his reaction wasn’t unusual.

Still, he fought back hard against my accusation.

"That’s a complete lie! I never did it! I never betrayed our kingdom or sold us out to our enemies!" Elder Augustus dropped to his knees before me. "Please, don’t believe that traitor, my king!"

I turned my focus back to the final traitor. "Valerium gold, you said? What else do you know?"

Confusion clouded his face. "I’m not sure what more you want from me, my king... I... I have no idea. He’s also a traitor. He’ll be..."

"So beyond the Valerium gold, you’ve got nothing?"

The warrior struggled to think of his next words, but the truth was obvious. He knew nothing beyond the Valerium gold he’d already mentioned.

Before he could speak again, I took his head clean off. The strike was lightning fast—he probably never felt his life slip away as his head hit the floor.

"Anyone can get their hands on Valerium gold." I cleaned the blood off my hand with the tablecloth, then faced everyone in the room. "We’re done here. We’ll pick this up in two hours. Get someone to deal with this mess."

I left the war room, motioning for one of my senior warriors to follow.

"Yes, my king?" Paul’s voice was barely a whisper when he caught up. He was one of the senior warriors who’d come to the main gates with Phoebe.

"I need you to handle something..."

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Fiona jolted awake from a horrific nightmare, her entire body shaking.

She didn’t recognize her surroundings. Reginald lay sleeping beside her on the forest floor.

Two warriors talked quietly in the distance, their words too muffled for her to catch.

Her head spun as memories crashed through her mind. The escape, the royal warriors, the confession, the baby, the anger, the frustration, and then... grief.

A crushing sorrow settled in Fiona’s chest, like she’d forgotten something crucial that she desperately needed to remember. Yet fear crept through her heart—an unexplainable terror. She was terrified.

She didn’t want to recall what caused this overwhelming grief, but her heart wouldn’t let her forget.

But what?

What did she need to remember?

What was she so afraid of?

None of it made sense.

Fiona scanned the area. Reginald, Tiara, the twins...

Someone was missing. Draven.

"Where is Adri... an?"

The moment his name left her lips, the memory slammed into her.

He was dead. He’d died during the chase.

He’d fallen from the cliff and died.

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