Marked By The Mad King Alpha (Phoebe and Perry) novel Chapter 159

159 Chapter 159 The Price Of

Vengeance

Phoebe’s POVO

“Don’t worry, no one will catch that sex scent on you now,” Marcela teased as she misted me with perfume.

The fragrance wasn’t overpowering–shifters got irritated by strong smells–but it would mask the sweet aroma clinging to my skin.

I inhaled, trying to detect what those shifters could smell. How intense was this sex scent anyway? I’d never had the chance to experience full shifter abilities.

My wolf had died before I could even shift for the first

time. Still, I understood the basics of what shifters

could do.

“You’re good now,” Marcela announced, but doubt gnawed at me. I asked her to get Perry–I needed to be certain. After all, Marcela wasn’t any better at this

than me.

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She was a healer, not a shifter.

Perry appeared moments later, a smirk playing on his lips as Marcela explained why I’d summoned him.

“Your scent is divine, my queen. Nothing’s wrong with it.” His eyes darkened as he continued. “Marcela did excellent work. I can’t even detect my own scent on you. That’s actually pretty annoying.”

Only then did I feel ready to face everyone else. I refused to walk around broadcasting that I’d just had sex with the king.

That wouldn’t make the best first impression as this kingdom’s new queen.

“They’re planning a ceremony,” Darius informed Reginald. He explained that all preparations would wrap up by week’s end—they just needed coordination from the Valerium warrior.

“Perfect. I’ll handle that part,” Reginald replied. “Keep things moving. I need to discuss our final decision with royal beta Allen.”

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Darius nodded, then shifted topics. “I haven’t seen Fiona in two days. What’s going on with her?”

“She’s fine.” Reginald brushed off the concern. “She’s still grieving. Everything happening at once–losing her father, losing her pack, now we’re fugitives. It’s overwhelming. Give her space. You’ve asked the same question since yesterday.”

Darius sighed heavily, sensing Reginald’s irritation. “Sorry if I overstepped, but she’s like my own daughter. I took responsibility for her when alpha Theodore died.”

Reginald turned to face Darius. The man used to be gamma for Crimson Fang pack, but that pack was long gone. His title meant nothing now, same as alpha Sterling. Nothing remained of Obsidian Claw pack.

“Fiona is my mate. She’s my responsibility now. You don’t need to worry about her.”

Relief crossed Darius’s features. “Of course. I

apologize.” He approached and patted Reginald’s

shoulder. “I wonder how we ended up here. Everything seemed perfect initially. Our plan was flawless. But

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one wrong move destroyed everything.”

Reginald knew exactly which wrong move Darius meant. Kevin’s decision to rush things. The fool had wanted to increase the poison dosage, which exposed them to Helen and forced Reginald to kill the healer. That stupid man. Reginald should have eliminated him sooner–would have saved them massive losses.

“Be patient. Don’t repeat the same mistake.” Darius patted his shoulder again before leaving.

Reginald scoffed at the advice. He didn’t need lectures about patience. He wasn’t as idiotic as Kevin.

And this time, he would end this battle victorious.

Reginald entered the bedroom where Fiona waited. She looked worn down, her eyes dull and lifeless.

“Have you decided?” Reginald sat beside her, his expression appearing sad, though fury burned in his eyes. Fiona was taking too long to agree, and his patience was wearing thin.

Reginald almost laughed at how right Darius had been about needing patience.

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“Is there… isn’t there another way?” Fiona stammered. “Do I really have to do this?”

Reginald rubbed his face wearily. They’d had this conversation countless times. If he snapped now and lashed out, she wouldn’t cooperate willingly. She might cause a scene and expose what he was asking of her.

“Yes, Fiona. There’s no other option. I’m sorry. So sorry.” Reginald embraced his mate. The bond

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