Marked By The Mad King Alpha (Phoebe and Perry) novel Chapter 84

Chapter 84: She Tried to Prevent Them

Phoebe’s Perspective

“Mason, please, you have to tell me who else is involved with the Movement,” I pleaded, desperation thick in my voice. “We can go to the king together and beg for mercy. This path you’re on—it won’t end well. You can’t possibly succeed in overthrowing Perry. He’s got Kevin on his side now—Kevin, the alpha, is one of the key instigators, isn’t he?”

But Mason remained silent, her eyes locked on me with a look of disbelief, as if I had betrayed her in some unforgivable way.

“I’m not telling you a damn thing,” she snapped sharply, her tone cold and resolute. It was clear she was ready to sacrifice everything for the sake of her revenge.

Still, I couldn’t stand by and watch her throw her life away. “Mason, please think about what’s happening right now. Dying won’t help you in the long run. Do you really believe the Movement will come to save you if things spiral out of control?”

Her face crumpled with sorrow, a heavy sadness settling over her features. “I don’t expect anyone to save me. Even if I have to die, I want to die knowing it was for something that mattered.”

Her words stunned me into silence. She sounded so detached from reality, as though she had already accepted her fate.

“Mason, Perry has captured both Kevin and my father. The Movement’s plans have to be put on hold,” I said, voice trembling. I couldn’t bear the thought of losing her. If things went south, she’d be exposed, and I didn’t care if Perry killed Reginald—I could accept that. But Mason? No. “Please, I need you to survive.”

“If surviving means spending another day in this palace, then I refuse,” Mason said, her eyes blazing with fierce determination and pain. “I want him dead.”

In that moment, I realized nothing I said would sway her. Our paths were destined to diverge.

“I’m sorry it has to end like this, my lady,” I whispered.

Mason’s expression softened, genuine heartbreak flickering in her eyes. “The time I spent with you was precious. I will cherish it always.”

She swallowed hard, and my heart felt unbearably heavy as I nodded in response. Words failed me; our friendship was ending, and the loss cut deeper than I thought possible. It had been so long since I’d had a female friend—any friend at all—and now she was slipping away.

Before I could leave, a sudden uproar erupted outside the door, followed by urgent knocking.

Mason and I exchanged uneasy glances, unsure whether to answer. Something major was unfolding.

“Open the door. Palace warriors,” a commanding voice called.

Frowning, I stepped forward to open the door. “What’s going on?” I asked, trying to keep my voice steady. The warrior who stood there looked flustered to find me.

“My lady,” he greeted with a slight bow, showing proper respect before continuing, “we have orders to search this room for dangerous substances.”

I could see the panic flash in Mason’s eyes. My stomach twisted as my worst fear was confirmed—she was hiding bottles of poison in her bedroom.

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