Marked By The Mad King Alpha (Phoebe and Perry) novel Chapter 218

**Chapter 218: Silver Chains Accepted**

“What do you mean by that?!” Alpha Sterling’s voice sliced through the tension, cracking with indignation. The air was thick with the weight of his fury, and the silver bracelet dangled mockingly from Reginald’s grasp. It was no mere accessory; it was a symbol of disgrace, a binding that stripped him of his very essence—the ability to shift into his beast form. To wear such a thing was to wear one’s shame openly, a badge of criminality.

Reginald, with a fire igniting in his chest, yanked Royal Beta Allen aside, his voice a fierce whisper laced with venom. “What’s the meaning of this? You never mentioned anything about a silver bracelet!”

Allen’s expression was one of feigned innocence, yet it failed to convince anyone present. “I had no clue about it either. Alpha Murphy insisted on this condition.”

They stood on the territory of the Whitestone pack, a place where Alpha Murphy’s word was law. He held the power to impose such humiliating demands, and they all knew it.

“I couldn’t tell you because I was in the dark myself. Deceiving you was never my intention. We’ve endured so much together—I trust you,” Allen said, placing a hand on Reginald’s shoulder, a gesture meant to soothe but only ignited further resentment within Reginald.

“But they don’t trust you! All they see is that you hail from the Mya Kingdom—the very kingdom that has been mercilessly slaughtering us. Naturally, there’s a trust issue!” Reginald’s voice rose, laced with frustration.

“You should have convinced them!” Reginald’s anger flared like a wildfire. He felt exhausted and annoyed, reduced to a status akin to that of a criminal. The urge to strangle the old man simmered beneath the surface, but he knew all too well that such an act would lead to consequences far worse than wearing a silver bracelet.

“I tried! You saw how long I pleaded with them. They were immovable—completely loyal to their alpha’s commands,” Allen replied, his tone earnest yet tinged with desperation.

“You’re the royal beta! Your word should carry more weight than their alpha’s!” Reginald shot back, his frustration boiling over.

Allen shook his head, his expression solemn. “That’s not how things operate here. This is pack territory, and the alpha’s word reigns supreme.” His gaze drifted to the anxious warriors standing behind Reginald. “I made a promise to bring you and your warriors safely to the Valerium Kingdom, and I’ve fulfilled that promise. Whether you accept these conditions is entirely up to you.”

Reginald’s fury burned hot within him. The thought of being shackled with silver was an affront to his pride, a violation of his dignity.

But as he weighed his options, a bitter realization crept in: what choice did he truly have?

“If you can’t accept this, you’re free to return to your kingdom. The boat is still there, but Fiona remains here,” Allen stated, his gaze shifting toward Fiona, then to her stomach. “She’s carrying my child.”

“You won’t keep her!” Reginald hissed, the words escaping before he could rein them in.

“No disrespect, but you can’t take her either,” Allen replied, his voice steady yet firm as he glanced at the warriors flanking him.

If Reginald insisted on taking Fiona, bloodshed would be inevitable. Reginald could sense that either way, he would emerge the loser. The warriors at his side had already lost hope; they were mere shadows of their former selves, driven only by survival instincts, and against the Whitestone pack, they stood no chance.

They were weary, famished, and heavy with grief.

“I’ve done my utmost. The final decision lies with you,” Allen said, his tone softening in an attempt to placate Reginald. “Consider the lives of those with you. Fighting is futile. They seek the silver bracelet only to ensure their safety against strangers from enemy territory. You must understand this. Once you pledge loyalty to our king, your freedom will be restored.”

Reginald didn’t need to think long. The path ahead was painfully clear. He would endure this humiliation if it meant preserving the lives of those who depended on him.

“Fine,” he spat through clenched teeth, loathing surging within him.

“Good,” Allen replied, patting Reginald’s shoulder with a mix of relief and camaraderie. “Now, you’ll speak to your warriors, and I’ll address mine. We need to keep them calm and level-headed. That’s our priority.”

**Phoebe’s POV**

I found myself drowning in a sea of despondency, the relentless passage of time gnawing at my spirit. Boredom wrapped around me like a heavy shroud, and I felt utterly lost.

Even though Justin kept me updated on the war, his words did little to quell the restless ache in my heart. I missed Perry with an intensity that left me hollow.

Pregnancy was weighing heavily upon me, bringing with it morning sickness that none of the three warriors could comprehend.

“You look pale, are you feeling alright, my queen?” Justin inquired one morning as he accompanied me to feed the wild wolves.

This simple task had become the highlight of my day, a ray of light amid the shadows of my thoughts.

Days later, after returning a pup to the pack, I was pleasantly surprised when it returned, this time accompanied by a larger wolf.

I began to feed them regularly, and soon they made my home their frequent haunt. Some even played around the house, taking it upon themselves to guard us each night.

The warriors sensed their presence and, while they felt grateful, anxiety loomed over them like a dark cloud.

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