Marked By The Mad King Alpha (Phoebe and Perry) novel Chapter 95

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Chapter 95: Enemies Within the Walls

“Damn it.” Reginald’s brow furrowed deeply as he watched his father’s brown wolf scramble frantically away, leaving a trail of blood staining the polished floor behind him.

His usually stoic expression twisted into something far more ruthless as the beast struggled to escape. Even in his shifted form, Cameron was too weakened to face Reginald’s human form head-on in his current condition.

“Come on, Dad. Don’t make this harder than it needs to be. I promise I’ll make it quick,” Reginald taunted, his voice cold and sharp.

The harsh truth hit Cameron like a blow to the stomach. How foolish he had been, elevating Reginald in his mind, forcing himself to perceive a son where none truly existed. There was no blood tie, no genuine bond—just Cameron’s desperate yearning for an heir blinding him to the reality staring him in the face.

What a colossal mistake.

Why on earth would he want a son who longed for his death?

Damn it all.

He should have listened to Phoebe. He should have trusted her when she warned him about Reginald’s darkness. Now, he would pay the price for his blindness.

“Here, Dad,” Reginald said, stalking closer like a wolf circling wounded prey, his movements predatory and deliberate. “Why drag this out?”

Cameron’s eyes darted frantically around the room, searching for any advantage. But even in his wolf form, he found none.

Then, he spotted his only chance. Summoning the last of his strength, he dragged himself toward the door—just a bit closer than Reginald—and shifted back into his human form.

“You bastard!” Cameron’s voice cracked with rage. “Phoebe was right! You tried to touch her!” He forced himself to stand, fury fueling his weakening body.

Reginald assumed the old man could no longer maintain his wolf form, which was why he had reverted to human. A confident, cruel smirk spread across Reginald’s face as he advanced, claws extended, ready to gut the old fool and bury forever the secret of Kevin’s planned death.

“Sorry, Dad. But I’m done pretending this is a family,” Reginald said, tilting his head with mock sympathy. “Alpha Sterling will make a far better stepfather. Losing his precious son should break him just enough.”

That was the real plan. Kill Kevin, and with Cameron out of the way, getting close to Alpha Sterling would be a simple matter.

“Go to hell, Reginald. You’ll die screaming,” Cameron spat, gripping the door handle to steady himself.

Pathetic. That’s all Reginald saw—a weak, broken old man clinging desperately to life.

“Let’s finish this,” Reginald growled.

He had a palace to help destroy. No time to waste on a has-been beta.

Reginald lunged forward, claws aimed straight for Cameron’s heart. But the former beta surprised him—shifting mid-attack and slashing his claws across Reginald’s face with every ounce of strength he had left.

Deep, bleeding gashes tore open across Reginald’s chest, forcing him to crash to the floor with a howl of pain.

But Cameron was spent. The killing blow was beyond his reach now; his energy completely drained. He shifted back to human form—his claws useless against Reginald’s thick hide.