Marked By The Mad King Alpha (Phoebe and Perry) novel Chapter 263

Chapter 263: Chapter 263 Death Valley Secrets

Perry’s POV

The moment Timothy and I crossed the threshold into the shadowy hut, the air itself seemed to recoil. Despite its modest exterior, this structure had been transformed into a fortress of desperation. Ten warriors held their positions along the walls, their faces carved from stone and anxiety, knowing death had never prowled closer to their door.

During the recent slaughter, Alpha Hans had stampeded his precious family into this sanctuary like a coward, abandoning his pack members to face my warriors’ steel alone. The bitter knowledge that their leader had secured his own survival while they bled and died had poisoned whatever loyalty still festered in their hearts.

Hidden beneath the floorboards lay a secret entrance to an underground chamber—vast enough to shelter a thousand wolves, designed to protect the entire pack in times of crisis. But Hans’s selfishness had corrupted his judgment beyond redemption. Instead of opening this sanctuary to his warriors, he’d chosen his own skin, commanding others to die for his lands while women and children were left to the mercy of my forces.

This cowardice had created an unexpected complication. My warriors, bound by their code of honor, struggled with cutting down the defenseless and innocent. Their moral burden had slowed the assault, weighing on their conscience like chains.

Hans had bought himself precious moments of safety. Nothing more.

My forces were inevitable, and they would reach him soon enough. This shelter that promised protection would become his tomb.

"King Perry..." Hans snarled, each word dripping with venom as his eyes found mine through the dim light. Pure hatred blazed in his gaze—if looks could kill, my blood would already be pooling on his floor. "So you’ve come personally. Here to butcher me and my family like animals?"

I stopped just inside the doorway, deliberately taking my time to examine every corner of his pathetic fortress. My eyes moved with predatory patience across the reinforced walls, the hidden corners, the desperate preparations of a man who knew death was coming.

The silence stretched between us like a taut wire, and I could see Hans’s rage building with each passing second. Being dismissed like an insect only fed his fury.

Bound to a reinforced chair with military-grade restraints, he strained against his bonds while his mate and two young daughters remained locked away in the adjacent chamber. The innocence of his family stood in stark contrast to the blood-soaked violence that had brought us to this moment.

"What do you want?!" he roared, his voice ricocheting off the walls until it finally earned my attention.

With measured steps, I closed the distance between us, my expression revealing nothing. Without warning, I drove my fist into his face with bone-crushing force, sending him and the chair crashing backward.

Hans’s agonized howl tore through the confined space, raw and animalistic. Blood erupted from his shattered nose, cascading down his face as he fought to right himself, his vision swimming with pain and fury.

"Damn you to hell, Perry!" he gasped through mangled lips. He knew he was addressing his king with unforgivable disrespect, but what did protocol matter now? He was already marked for death—a quick end might be a mercy.

His broken nose and displaced jaw turned every word into torture, but the agony only stoked his defiance higher.

I wasn’t finished. My second blow found his ribs with surgical precision, the sickening crack of bone echoing through the hut. The pain that tore through his body was exquisite—the kind of suffering that would haunt him in whatever afterlife awaited traitors.

I tilted my head, watching him with cold curiosity, waiting to see if more foolish words would spill from his mouth. But Hans had learned quickly—the pain had stolen his voice, reducing him to pathetic whimpers.

"Now we can have a civilized conversation," I commanded, my voice quiet but carrying the weight of absolute authority. I gripped his bloodied chin, forcing his unfocused eyes to meet mine. "Tell me everything you know about Death Valley."

"Death Valley?" Timothy’s voice cut through the tension, confusion creasing his features. This wasn’t the interrogation he’d anticipated. My gamma stood frozen as the gravity of my interest settled around him.

Only two warriors remained inside with us now, the others posted outside to secure the perimeter and ensure our privacy.

"Death Valley? You want to know about that cursed place?" Hans slurred, pain making his words nearly incomprehensible. But there was something else in his voice now—a flicker of dark amusement, as if he’d just realized something that pleased him.

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