Marked By The Mad King Alpha (Phoebe and Perry) novel Chapter 94

Kevin’s breath hitched sharply, a guttural scream ripping from his throat as Reginald wrenched his hand away, tearing off a large chunk of flesh with it.

“What… what just—” Kevin’s chest heaved uncontrollably, his heartbeat pounding fiercely as he tried to comprehend the brutal injury inflicted upon him.

Reginald loomed over Kevin’s collapsed figure sprawled on the cold floor. A dark pool of blood was spreading beneath him, his healing abilities frantically attempting to mend the damage, but it was futile. Without the aid of a skilled healer, Kevin was bleeding out fast.

“This…” Kevin gasped, voice trembling with shock and pain.

“Screw you, Kevin,” Reginald spat with a venomous sneer. “You honestly think I’m going to come to your rescue? Don’t flatter yourself.” His laugh was sharp, cruel, dripping with scorn. “I haven’t forgotten how arrogant you were, acting like you could boss me around just because you’re the alpha. Alpha, my ass.”

Dropping into a low crouch, Reginald watched as Kevin’s shaking fingers reached out weakly, trying to clutch his throat. The sight was almost laughable, and Reginald chuckled darkly at the feeble attempt.

“Now, you’re completely at my mercy. How does it feel to be the powerless one?” Reginald raised an eyebrow, then gripped Kevin’s hand tightly. One by one, he crushed each finger with deliberate force.

He savored every agonized scream that tore from Kevin’s lips, each one like a twisted symphony to his ears.

“Bet you never expected this, huh?” Another finger snapped. “That I’d be the one to end you. You should’ve treated me better. Made me your beta when I asked. But no, you thought I was too wild.”

Still think that now?” Another finger was mercilessly broken.

“Go… to hell, Reginald,” Kevin rasped, breath ragged, his heart fluttering weakly like a wounded bird.

If looks could kill, Reginald would have been dead long ago. But reality was cruelly different.

“Nah. I don’t think so,” Reginald murmured as he grabbed Kevin’s face roughly. “You should’ve treated me right. Or at least, shared Phoebe with me when I asked nicely. Now, it’s too late for you.”

“Screw you… screw…” Kevin’s curse was cut short as Reginald shattered his jaw with a brutal strike. Gurgling replaced the alpha’s cries, then silence fell as Kevin’s jaw slackened and his body went still. His heart had ceased beating.

But Reginald was far from finished. With ruthless determination, he tore the heart from Kevin’s chest and crushed it in his fist.

Blood splattered across Reginald’s face—warm, vivid, and electrifying. He drank in the moment, the sensation he’d dreamed about for years finally realized.

“You should’ve treated me right,” he repeated coldly.

Rising to his feet, Reginald gazed down at Kevin’s mutilated corpse with chilling indifference. In his mind, Kevin deserved far worse. But time was pressing—there was still the coup to manage.

First, though, he had a visit to make—to Cameron and his stepsister.

A cruel smile flickered briefly on Reginald’s lips before fading as he turned to his warriors. “The king killed alpha Kevin. His body’s still inside. Go retrieve it. I’m going to find former beta Cameron.”

The five warriors exchanged stunned glances, shocked to hear the alpha was dead. Something about it felt off, but none dared question the order.

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