Marked By The Mad King Alpha (Phoebe and Perry) novel Chapter 200

Chapter 200: Chapter 200 The Cost Of Desire

Fiona’s body felt weightless, as if she were drifting rather than walking. Her mind had retreated somewhere far away, disconnected from the pitying stares around her and Reginald’s concerned touches.

When had everything spiraled so wrong?

Maybe it started when she pushed her father to join the Movement—all so she could be near Reginald. She’d harbored feelings for him for years, and when neither found their destined mate, she’d believed fate meant them to be together.

Her crush began in childhood.

She first met him during her father’s visit to Obsidian Claw pack. Reginald was beta Cameron’s stepson, arriving with his stepsister. He carried himself with indifference, but sadness lingered in his gaze. She remembered Kevin, the alpha’s son, lashing out at him once.

Reginald’s eyes had burned with murderous intent, yet he’d restrained himself.

Later, when Kevin mocked Fiona, Reginald intervened. He warned the alpha’s son against taunting another alpha’s child, threatening to inform alpha Sterling.

Kevin retreated.

Reginald probably forgot that moment, but it carved itself permanently into Fiona’s heart. Her love bloomed from that day.

Yet love couldn’t fill the hollow ache consuming her now. It couldn’t erase the agony of losing everything through her own selfish desires.

She’d persuaded her father to alter their pack’s destiny, to join the Movement and rebel against the king—all leading them toward destruction, just so she could have Reginald.

"I’m selfish. I shouldn’t have done it. I shouldn’t have done it," Fiona whispered.

She thought she was thinking privately, but she’d been muttering throughout their journey, earning pitying glances from the other warriors.

"Look at me now. What did I gain? I got nothing I wanted. Everything’s gone. I lost it all."

Annick gazed at Fiona with compassionate eyes. "You haven’t lost everything, dear. You have your mate, your child, and your pack members. We can rebuild," she said softly.

"Child?"

Fiona met Annick’s gaze, then looked down at her flat stomach. This memory remained hazy—she’d tried forgetting, but her body betrayed her.

She recalled Allen’s hands on her, him moving inside her, the crushing revelation that she carried his child, not Reginald’s.

Annick kept reminding her about the pregnancy, mistakenly believing Reginald was the father instead of Allen.

Suddenly, the fog lifted from her mind. Everything sharpened into focus as she surveyed her surroundings. The rage she’d been suppressing erupted.

"Mom, what are you doing? I told you to stay away from her," Reginald snapped with irritation. Annick always mentioned the baby, thinking it would anchor Fiona to reality.

But it achieved the opposite effect.