Marked By The Mad King Alpha (Phoebe and Perry) novel Chapter 226

**His Mercy Tastes Like Hunger**
**Chapter 226: Surrounded**

**Reginald’s POV**

Locating Allen amidst this chaos proved to be a daunting task, particularly because the coward had chosen to flee. A wise decision on his part—remaining here would undoubtedly lead to his demise.

Our pack stood on the brink of collapse under King Perry’s relentless assault.

“Going somewhere?” I growled, lunging forward with the force of a predator. My hand clamped around his throat, and I slammed him down hard against the ground, the impact reverberating through my bones.

Before he could react, my fist collided with his face, a satisfying crunch echoing in the air. I swiftly locked my hands around his neck, knowing I had to prevent him from shifting. As powerful as I was, Allen in his beast form would easily overpower me, tearing me apart without a second thought.

So I squeezed—tight enough to exert control, but not so tight that he would lose consciousness.

“What are you doing?!” Allen gasped, clawing at my grip in a desperate attempt to free himself. Pathetic. This man had been given every chance to fight for his life, yet here he was, floundering like a fish out of water.

“The key. Where is it?” I demanded, my voice low and menacing as I rifled through his pockets with my free hand. Nothing.

“Let go! We’re all dead if we don’t run!” he thrashed beneath me, his body writhing as he fought against my hold, desperate to shift into his wolf form. But my grip kept his beast trapped, and I pressed harder, watching as his eyes began to roll back in his head.

“Where. Is. The. Key!” Each word dripped with a lethal intent, my patience wearing thin. Outside, the cacophony of battle grew louder—those Mya bastards were closing in, their bloodlust palpable.

“Can’t… breathe… get off…”

Allen’s face turned an alarming shade of purple, his gasps growing more frantic.

“Talk first.” There was no way I would release this snake. He was the kind of man who would abandon Fiona and their unborn child without a moment’s hesitation.

“Back… pocket…” he finally stammered, desperation lacing his voice.

Fiona stepped forward, her expression a mix of determination and dread as she began to search through his clothes. Her fingers fished through the fabric until she found a ring of keys—fifteen of them, glinting ominously in the dim light. She worked through each one, her hands trembling slightly as she tried them on the silver shackle binding me.

After seven painstaking attempts, the bracelet clicked open, and my wolf roared back to life, the sensation overwhelming. Being caged in silver was a torment like no other; it drove shifters mad, severing them from their souls, and I had felt its effects all too keenly.

I snapped the bracelet onto Allen’s wrist and released him, stepping back to assess the situation.

“No!” His eyes widened in horror as the silver bit into his skin, leaving angry welts. “Take it off! I need the key!”

I stood tall, taking the keys from Fiona’s hands. “Here’s what happens next—you lead us to every pack member, and then you get us somewhere safe.”

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