Marked By The Mad King Alpha (Phoebe and Perry) novel Chapter 253

Chapter 253: Chapter 253 Nothing Left Inside

Phoebe’s POV

I’d always feared Reginald, but beneath that terror lived something darker—hatred so deep it poisoned my thoughts. Living with both emotions felt impossible.

The only escape was confrontation. So I did it.

I needed to know what I’d feel seeing him again after all this time.

Would the hate still burn? Would fear still grip me?

But standing here now, walking away from his pathetic screams echoing through the dungeon corridors, I felt nothing. This man who’d destroyed my life, who’d caused me endless pain—he meant nothing to me anymore.

The emptiness was profound. Complete. Like discovering a wound that had been festering for years had finally healed, leaving only smooth skin where the poison used to live.

Reginald was filthy, reeking, barely recognizable in his chains and misery. The stench of his desperation had made my stomach turn, but not from fear—from pity for how pathetic he’d become.

This wasn’t the figure I should fear. That man was gone. Months of suffering had twisted Reginald into someone I barely knew, and more importantly, someone who could never hurt me again.

I felt no joy at his misery, no fear of his presence. Just... nothing. The emptiness told me everything—I’d outgrown my terror and hatred. I’d finally found freedom from the shadows that had haunted me for so long.

I’d gotten what I came for. No point staying longer.

Behind me, his voice bounced off the cell walls, screaming my name. He begged me to return, said he had things to tell me. His pleas turned to rage, then back to desperate appeals that grew fainter with each step I took.

I didn’t slow my pace. I walked out while the warriors slammed the heavy door, muffling his screams until they became nothing more than a distant memory.

The dungeon corridors felt different now as I emerged—less oppressive, less filled with the weight of unfinished business. Wade and Samuel fell into step beside me, their faces showing relief that I’d survived the encounter intact.

But when we reached the main courtyard, I saw someone waiting that made my heart skip.

Perry stood in the fading afternoon light, his tall frame tense with worry until his eyes found mine. The moment our gazes met, his entire posture softened with relief.

"Are you okay, my queen?" Wade’s concerned voice broke through my thoughts. I must’ve looked pale, emotionally drained from the confrontation.

"I’m fine, just tired," I assured him. Everything was settled now. Reginald would die tomorrow, and that Chapter of my life would finally close. "I want to go back."

"Yes, of course. Let’s go back," Wade said eagerly.

Samuel stayed quiet behind us, but suddenly both warriors tensed. So did the others guarding the dungeon entrance.

I was too lost in thought to notice their behavior change until Perry stepped forward, his presence commanding immediate attention from every man present.

The warriors had promised to inform the king about my visit, but nobody expected him to come personally after hearing the news.

Fear flickered across their faces—they’d imagined him lashing out for letting me enter the dangerous area without his explicit permission.

Their surprise was obvious when he said nothing about their decision. He simply walked directly to me and took my hand in his, his thumb tracing gentle circles across my knuckles.

"Did you get what you wanted?" Perry asked softly, his voice carrying no judgment, only concern. His fingers squeezed mine as if sensing the storm that had been raging inside me.

"Yes," I nodded, feeling some of the tension leave my shoulders at his touch. "I did."

His presence was like stepping from a cold, dark room into warm sunlight. Everything about him—his scent, his warmth, the steady strength in his grip—reminded me that I was safe now. Protected. Loved.

"Did that make you happy?" He guided me toward the mountain behind the palace, where wild wolves roamed free under the open sky.

I considered the question carefully as we walked, letting the fresh air cleanse the dungeon’s staleness from my lungs.

"No," I finally answered. "But I don’t feel bad either. I don’t feel anything. I thought I would, but I simply... don’t care." I looked up at him, searching his expression. "Is that wrong? Am I heartless?"

He shook his head, gazing at me with such gentle understanding that I felt tears prick my eyes. "No. That’s not wrong—it’s good. Not caring means he’s nothing to you anymore. His presence or absence can’t touch you now. You’re free from living in his shadow."

His words lifted the last weight from my chest. "Thank you."

"Let’s shift," he said, leading me toward the mountain path where the forest began. "You need more practice in wolf form to get comfortable with the transformation. And I think... I think you need to run."

He was right. After the claustrophobic darkness of the dungeons, after facing the man who’d once made me feel caged and helpless, I needed to feel the wind in my fur and the earth beneath my paws.

"But you’re busy..." I remembered his endless meetings. The aftermath of recent events always brought administrative nightmares that kept him occupied for days.

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