Marked By The Mad King Alpha (Phoebe and Perry) novel Chapter 244

Chapter 244: Chapter 244 Bloodsoaked Betrayal

The metallic stench of death hit Wallace before he saw the carnage.

Blood. Everywhere. Pooling in crimson lakes between the rocks. Splattered across tree trunks in abstract patterns of violence. Dripping from branches like macabre rain.

The waterfall’s roar couldn’t mask the wet sounds of tearing flesh, the crack of bones being crushed, the final death rattles of warriors who’d made the fatal mistake of threatening the mad king’s mate.

Wallace had brought seventeen of his finest warriors to this location. Now they stood frozen behind him, their faces drained of color as they witnessed a scene from their darkest nightmares.

Bodies lay scattered across the clearing like broken dolls. Some were missing limbs. Others had been torn completely in half. The fortunate ones had died quickly—clean kills, throats ripped out in single, merciful strikes.

The unlucky ones had been savaged beyond recognition.

At the center of this hellscape stood a massive black wolf, his dark fur matted with so much gore that he looked like he’d bathed in blood. Perry remained in his beast form, and Wallace could see why.

The king had lost himself completely to the animal within.

This wasn’t strategic killing. This wasn’t even rage. This was something far more primal—the unleashed fury of a predator who’d been pushed beyond every limit of sanity and restraint.

Perry’s massive head snapped toward a warrior trying to crawl away, his movements still eerily silent despite his enormous size. The beast padded forward with liquid grace, closing the distance in three fluid strides.

The warrior’s scream cut through the air as powerful jaws clamped down on his skull. The sound ended with a wet crunch that made Wallace’s stomach lurch violently.

Behind him, several of his men doubled over and vomited. The rest stood paralyzed, watching their legendary king tear through enemies like they were made of paper.

Wallace forced himself to remain upright, though his legs trembled with the effort. He’d seen Perry kill before—had witnessed the king’s legendary brutality firsthand. But this was different. This was massacre without purpose, violence without strategy.

This was madness given physical form.

The black wolf released the now-lifeless warrior and turned his attention to the next target. Wallace followed his king’s predatory gaze and felt his blood turn to ice.

Marco lay crumpled against a boulder, his left leg completely severed at the thigh, leaving a ragged stump that pumped blood onto the rocky ground. The beta’s face was a mask of agony as he tried desperately to crawl toward the tree line.

"Help me..." Marco’s voice was barely a whisper, his strength fading with each heartbeat. "Please... Wallace... help me..."

Wallace stared at his beta in growing horror, not because of the injuries, but because of where he was finding him. Marco was supposed to be back at the pack house, coordinating defenses. He had no reason to be here unless...

Unless he’d been part of whatever had driven Perry to this level of murderous insanity.

"No," Wallace breathed, the pieces falling into place with sickening clarity. "You didn’t..."

Marco’s desperate eyes met his, and Wallace saw guilt mixed with the pain. His beta had betrayed them. Had betrayed the king. Had somehow been involved in whatever catastrophe had unleashed this nightmare.

Before Wallace could process this revelation fully, Perry moved.

The massive wolf covered the distance to Marco in a single bound, his enormous paws landing on either side of the beta’s broken body. Marco looked up at his king with pleading eyes, his mouth moving in silent prayers or apologies.

Perry showed no mercy.

The beast’s jaws opened wide, revealing teeth stained crimson with the blood of enemies. Marco’s final scream echoed across the clearing as those powerful jaws clamped down on his head.

The sound that followed would haunt Wallace for the rest of his life—the wet, grinding noise of a skull being crushed like an eggshell.

But Perry wasn’t finished.

Even with Marco clearly dead, the beast continued his assault. Powerful paws batted the lifeless body against the boulder with sickening thuds. Again and again, until what had once been Wallace’s beta became an unrecognizable mass of pulverized flesh and shattered bone.

"Shift to human form!" Wallace commanded his warriors, his voice cutting through their paralyzed terror. "Show submission! Now!"

All seventeen men immediately obeyed, dropping to human form and then to their knees, heads bowed in absolute surrender. They pressed their foreheads to the blood-soaked earth, every survival instinct screaming that any sign of challenge would mean instant death.

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