Marked By The Mad King Alpha (Phoebe and Perry) novel Chapter 225

Chapter 225: Chapter 225 Race Against Time

Reginald’s POV

The conversation crushed Fiona completely.

She couldn’t wrap her head around what I’d been carrying all these years. The feelings I’d buried for my stepsister had festered in silence.

And her? Where did she fit into any of this? Did I even have room for her in my heart? I could see the doubt eating at her. She probably figured I only kept her around because I was desperate—she was my lifeline, my way out.

But this place we’d pinned our hopes on? Turns out it wasn’t the sanctuary we’d imagined.

Shouts erupted from outside, voices yelling warnings about an incoming attack.

"An attack? We’re under attack?" I shot to my feet. This pack was supposed to be miles from any border. How the hell had Mya Kingdom reached us here?

Word was that King Perry was leading the charge himself, but I never expected him to move this fast.

How many packs had already fallen under his boot?

"Get dressed," I barked at Fiona, heading for the door. I didn’t step outside, but I flagged down a warrior racing through the hallway to get the real story.

Exactly what I’d feared. King Perry and his gamma were here, leading the assault.

"How are they here already? The border’s nowhere near this pack." Unless I’d completely misjudged this kingdom’s layout, the border should’ve been days away by car.

"Border?" The warrior’s brow creased. "What border? That line disappeared ages ago. There is no border anymore. King Perry is pushing toward the palace while his royal gamma handles the pack raids."

He rattled off the details, clearly annoyed that I’d stopped him mid-sprint. But something about me kept him from brushing me off—like he was talking to an alpha.

He wasn’t wrong. I should’ve been leading the Obsidian Claw Pack, and after Alpha Theodore’s death, the Crimson Fang Pack too.

Too bad both packs were history now. Just like Alpha Sterling—an alpha with no pack, no warriors, no one left breathing.

"Can’t waste more time chatting. You need to move too!" The warrior bolted off to defend what was left.

"Move?" I narrowed my eyes, glaring at the silver bracelet locked around my wrist like a death sentence.

"We have to go," Fiona said, already dressed and ready. She’d pulled her hair back and thrown on her jacket against the night chill. "We need to meet up with everyone and get to the bunker."

"No. We’re finding him." I grabbed her hand and pulled her into the corridor.

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