Chapter 96: Chapter 96 Pure Madness Incarnate
Perry’s POV
Right now I was carving a bloody path toward the dungeon. My only instinct was getting my mate back.
Screw these bastards.
I’d deal with Phoebe later - whether she was guilty of the crime or not, I’d decide that once she was back in my grasp.
But these idiots dared to stand in my way, and my beast tore through them without mercy. I slaughtered three in a single blow. My rage was my guide now.
I didn’t even attempt to control the bloodlust surging through my veins. I beheaded my enemies, shattered their bones, and crushed their skulls.
Their screams of agony were music to my ears, only fueling my hunger to kill them all.
I was drowning. Drowning in an ocean of blood and the madness consuming my mind. Everything was red, and even my own warriors who followed me didn’t dare come near - I seemed oblivious to their existence.
I killed anyone who touched me. Anyone within my reach.
It didn’t take long before the enemy warriors finally retreated, terror overtaking them. It was too much. They wouldn’t attack, even though they outnumbered me twenty to one.
My aura cut through them like a blade, suffocating them. My presence alone made their legs buckle.
After all, they were witnessing my madness firsthand. This was the king’s insanity they’d only heard whispers about.
Fear rooted them to the spot.
Instinctively, they scattered when I charged forward. In their minds, another group behind them would handle me while they dealt with my warriors.
I moved like a hurricane, destroying everything in my path, and their first instinct was to flee the predator.
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Reginald cursed viciously when one of his warriors finally came looking for him after his prolonged absence.
"We need to leave now! The king’s coming and nobody can stop him. He’s a fucking nightmare!" The warrior looked panicked, his face drained of color.
"Why are you only coming now?!" Reginald lashed out at his man. His rage boiled over - his plan was ruined.
"You said you’d handle it yourself..."
The warrior cowered. "We were removing the alpha’s body and securing..."
"Shut up!" Reginald had no time for excuses. He shoved the warrior aside and started walking, but took the opposite direction from the exit, confusing his subordinate.
"Sir, the exit’s the other way," the warrior said, following him and trying to convince him to turn back. "We need to leave. The king’s heading here."
Reginald refused to leave before killing Cameron and taking Phoebe.
"Sir, we really need to go now. There’s no time."
He pressed Reginald urgently. "We’ll die if we stay. Alpha Sterling ordered a retreat."
That last statement made Reginald stop dead. He stared at the warrior in confusion. "Retreat? Did he kill the king?"
The warrior shook his head frantically. "No. The king’s still alive. He slaughtered tons of our people. He’s insane. Pure madness incarnate."
"What about the warriors supposed to hold him back?"
The warrior shook his head. "Dead. Most are dead, and those still breathing won’t challenge the king. That’s why Alpha Sterling ordered the retreat."
"Fuck!"
To the warrior’s relief, Reginald finally headed in the right direction, though he kept cursing under his breath.
This wasn’t how the mission was supposed to end.
They knew the king was powerful - that’s why they tried weakening him with poison. But who could’ve predicted the slow-acting toxin would have zero effect? They should’ve just had Phoebe poison him to death.
Kevin’s mistake in this mission was catastrophic.
"Idiots!"
This mission was a complete failure. The king was still alive, and he couldn’t retrieve Phoebe. Worse, he’d exposed himself to Cameron.
"Damn it!"
Reginald was furious with himself.
If only he could’ve gotten Phoebe, he wouldn’t be this livid. At least he’d have something - a prize for his trouble pretending to be a royal warrior.
Now it would be nearly impossible to get his hands on her, and he couldn’t step foot in the palace without declaring war on the king or being captured for treason.
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Phoebe’s POV
"Stay here..." Cameron gasped, breathing heavily.
Pure luck had gotten him to my cell and allowed him to get Marcela’s help. He was badly wounded and actively dying from the gash on his back.
Thankfully, Marcela had stopped the bleeding.
"I hear deep growling..." Marcela whispered, her voice trembling with fear. She crept closer to me as I just woke up, too weak to speak.
I was extremely pale, blinking as I stared at my surroundings, slightly disoriented.
"What if... what if it’s the enemy..."
"No, it’s the king..." Cameron said with relief. He could smell the king’s scent. He could even feel the king’s fury saturating the air.
"Really? Oh, we’re safe."
But that couldn’t have been further from the truth, because when the black beast appeared before our eyes, you could see the malice and murderous intent radiating from him.
Even Marcela, who wasn’t a shifter, could sense the danger.
The king was going to kill us!
