Marked By The Mad King Alpha (Phoebe and Perry) novel Chapter 160

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Chapter 160: The Taste of Possession

Allen’s audacious request struck Reginald like a brutal slap, reverberating through his very core. The royal beta, though still in his prime by shifter standards, was teetering on the edge of middle age—far too old for Fiona, Reginald’s cherished mate.

From the very first moment, Allen had been casting longing glances at Fiona, his interest unmistakable. With her lustrous blonde hair and captivating green eyes, it was clear that she fit the mold of everything he desired.

Just one night—that was all Allen craved. A single night with Reginald’s mate, a calculated move to remind Reginald of who truly wielded power in this twisted game. It was a blatant challenge, knowing full well that Reginald was leading the fugitives. This was his way of dragging Reginald through the mud, a cruel reminder of his vulnerability.

As the initial shock dissipated, it was replaced not by fury but by something far colder—an icy resolve. Reginald almost found humor in the audacity of Allen’s request, as if asking to take another man’s mate was a trivial matter.

What was even more infuriating was Allen’s lack of shame, as if he had engaged in this dance countless times before. Reginald couldn’t help but wonder how many women in Valerium had already succumbed to Allen’s charms, warming his bed with their presence.

“You look beautiful,” Reginald murmured, pressing his lips gently to the nape of Fiona’s neck, right over the mark he had claimed. She stood before him, preparing for the evening ahead, her eyes glistening with unshed tears.

“Please, don’t tell anyone about this,” she whispered, her voice trembling as she fought to keep her composure.

“I promise, I would never humiliate you like that,” he replied firmly, his heart aching for her.

Fiona was desperate to keep this secret, hoping to preserve her dignity. Reginald, on the other hand, wanted silence to protect himself. If the Crimson Fang pack discovered that he had bartered their beloved Fiona for assistance from Valerium, they would turn on him with the ferocity of wild beasts.

“Reginald… I’m torn. I feel like I’m betraying you,” she confessed, her voice breaking under the weight of her emotions.

He pulled her close, enveloping her in his arms. “Don’t say that. You’re not betraying anyone. I’m the one who has failed to protect you. I’m weak.”

“No, you’re not weak. You’re fighting a war that isn’t yours. This is my father’s revenge. I’m doing this for myself,” she insisted, her grip tightening around him as if drawing strength from their bond. She was seated, while he towered over her, her head resting against his abdomen.

“But it feels like I’m betraying our mate bond…” Her tears flowed more freely now, each drop a testament to her internal struggle.

“We agreed to this,” Reginald reminded her, a cold thought creeping into his mind, sharp and unsettling. “Actually, I think you can turn the tables on him.”

“How?” She looked up at him, tears streaming down her cheeks despite her earlier resolve to remain composed.

A chilling smile spread across Reginald’s face as he pressed her head down toward him. The idea of humiliating Allen ignited a fire within him, coursing through his veins like molten lava. He would show Allen just how mistaken he was in underestimating him.

“Make him taste me,” Reginald instructed, unzipping himself and thrusting deep into her throat without warning. There was no time for her to adjust before he began to move, each thrust forceful and demanding.

She fought the instinct to gag but found herself unable to do so. Reginald gripped her hair tightly, and she squeezed her eyes shut, overwhelmed by the intensity of the moment. He had never been this rough with her before, and the rawness of his anger fueled her own emotions.