Marked By The Mad King Alpha (Phoebe and Perry) novel Chapter 78

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Chapter 78: A Death Warrant Signed

Perry’s Perspective

Sleep eluded me entirely. A fierce rage burned through my veins like molten lava, igniting every fiber of my being. The only thing restraining me from bursting out and demanding the utter annihilation of the Obsidian Claw pack was my mate. She was the anchor holding me back from unleashing my fury unchecked.

After countless hours spent drowning in tears and gasping for breath, she finally succumbed to exhaustion and slipped into a restless sleep. I couldn’t bear the thought of leaving her side, vulnerable and alone in such a fragile state.

But come morning, I swore I would make sure that vile alpha’s death warrant was signed with my own hand—the one who had violated my mate and spread his venomous lies about her. I’d track him down personally and make him pay for what he’d done.

Just as dawn broke, a devastating blow shattered the fragile calm.

“Helen’s been found dead in her chambers,” Timothy announced gravely, his face drawn and pale. The news hit him hard; he’d grown close to the healer, and the fact that someone had murdered her within the palace walls meant that no place was truly safe anymore.

“Cause of death?” I asked, my voice low but steady.

“Poison,” he replied.

Timothy had rushed to deliver the news the moment he learned of it. Together, we strode through the palace corridors toward the dining hall where the others waited. My schedule was packed for the next two weeks, but it was clear we’d be cutting this visit short and returning to the palace immediately.

Helen wasn’t just any healer—she was one of the rare few who had believed in me when no one else did. Secretly, she had tended to my wounds after the previous king had me beaten until I bled. She had to keep her help hidden; opposing the king openly would have meant death, but she did what she could to aid me.

“We leave this afternoon,” I declared with finality. This demanded a thorough investigation. Poisoning was no accident—it was murder, pure and simple.

As a healer, Helen would never have accidentally consumed anything toxic. And if she had been killed inside the palace, it meant our enemy was dangerously close.

Timothy grimaced, already anticipating the chaos this decision would cause. “I’ll cancel the rest of your meetings.” That meant a mountain of rescheduling, considering we had only arrived two days ago.

But he understood why I was so determined to return. He was just as eager to get back and uncover every detail of what had happened.

Suddenly, I stopped and spun around to face him. “Send someone to bring me Kevin. I want to end this myself.”

“Kevin?” Timothy’s brow furrowed in confusion before realization dawned. “Alpha Kevin from Obsidian Claw? Why?”

He looked uncertain, clearly skeptical of my bloodthirsty mood. “I don’t think killing Kevin will solve anything. We have bigger problems right now.”

I wanted to shake him, but I understood his hesitation. “It was all lies. He forced himself on my mate. He spread false rumors about the future queen and lied straight to the king’s face. That’s treason.”

Timothy blinked rapidly, struggling to process what I was saying. It sounded insane, but he had harbored suspicions for some time without proof. “How do you know this?”