Marked By The Mad King Alpha (Phoebe and Perry) novel Chapter 267

Chapter 267: Chapter 267 Triangle Leaves Poison

Phoebe’s POV

The meaning behind her words hit me like a sledgehammer, and I felt my world tilt beneath my feet.

These bastards didn’t let the women stay in the omega quarters. Instead, they dumped them near the forest to survive on their own after using them. After taking what they wanted and forcing pleasure from these women’s broken bodies.

Once they’d satisfied their sick desires and the women fell pregnant, they tossed them aside like garbage.

Perry had warned me about this—how the Valerium Kingdom valued sons over daughters like some twisted tradition.

Now I understood why Jude and the others lived here, pushed to the pack house’s outer edges. They had daughters. Cast out with their girls while forced to surrender their sons to warriors for training.

Only younger girls lived in the omega quarters. Their daughters would join them at twelve, and the sick cycle would repeat.

Perry had explained this to me, but knowing something and witnessing it firsthand were two different hells. My chest tightened with rage and heartbreak. They deserved so much better than this nightmare.

But the damage was done, and I couldn’t change the past.

"Where is she?" I asked Jude about her daughter. Around us sprawled at least a hundred makeshift huts that barely qualified as shelter. Scraps of wood and forest debris cobbled together into something resembling homes.

Rain season would flood this place, but that wasn’t my biggest worry right now.

"Here, she’s inside..." Jude mumbled, shame coloring her voice as she gestured toward her hut.

Other women with their daughters—always daughters—ducked into their shelters when I arrived, though curious eyes peeked through cracks and tiny windows carved into wooden walls.

I ignored their stares, but Samuel mentioned stationing more warriors around the area for protection.

I hated the idea, but he insisted, terrified something might happen to me.

Finally, I gave in with conditions—they’d stay hidden from these people. Guards could patrol the outer pack but not invade this small village the women had built.

Samuel had no choice but to accept my terms.

"You don’t need to do this," Patricia said as I pulled back the fabric serving as a door. "She’ll be fine."

"It’s okay. I won’t interfere, just want to check on her and see what I can do," I replied gently, stepping inside.

Jude and Patricia exchanged worried glances while Rylie stayed silent—the quietest of the three.

Inside the hut, a bitter smell assaulted my senses, coming from a little girl sleeping on a bed made from sewn-together clothing scraps.

She looked so frail and thin. At six years old, she appeared closer to four.

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