Chapter 110: Chapter 110 When the Soul Breaks
Perry’s POV
The clock struck midnight as I finally made my way back to the bedroom. Phoebe lay curled in sleep, her body drawn tight like she was shielding herself from invisible blows. A few scattered belongings were missing from their usual spots—she must have smashed them to pieces.
I didn’t give a damn about the broken things. She could tear apart everything in this room if it helped dull her agony. Nothing here mattered to me anyway.
She was all that mattered.
I moved closer, watching how she’d pulled herself into that protective ball, knees drawn up like a child hiding from the world.
"Phoebe..." I bent down and brushed my lips against hers, soft as a whisper. I’d tried to stay away, but the distance was killing me.
Even knowing I was poison to her, I couldn’t stop myself. Selfish bastard that I was.
"Let me have this while you can’t push me away..."
I traced her cheek with my thumb, tilting her face so I could taste her deeper.
The kiss ended when she whimpered in her sleep, her forehead creasing, fingers clenching into fists. She despised me—that much was crystal clear—but her body still sang under my touch.
"What do I have to do to win you back?" I pressed my forehead to hers. At this point, there wasn’t a line I wouldn’t cross.
She turned away, exposing the curve of her neck.
My mark peeked through her tangled hair. God, she was breathtaking like this, lost in dreams.
We’d have our child if we could have saved them.
I squeezed my eyes shut. Marcela had explained how the poison weakened everything, including the pregnancy.
The baby was gone. Nothing could change that now.
I climbed onto the bed and pulled her against me, breathing in her scent.
This stolen moment was all I had—touching her while she slept, before dawn forced me to leave again.
I held her close and wished the night would never end.
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Phoebe’s POV
Morning light hit my face as consciousness crept back in. The bed felt empty, but warmth lingered on the sheets beside me, like someone had been there moments before. I stared at that spot for what felt like hours.
When I finally looked toward the window, my stomach dropped.
The sun hung high overhead.
I used to rise with the dawn, but since waking up in this nightmare, time had become meaningless.
Sometimes I’d find myself staring at nothing, and suddenly night had fallen. Hours vanished without a trace.
Sleep never restored me. No matter how long I stayed in bed, exhaustion clung to my bones.
Reality kept slipping through my fingers like water.
Yesterday—or was it the day before?—I’d sat in the bathtub until Marcela found me there. She’d looked terrified, claiming I’d been submerged for three hours.
It felt like minutes to me. Time moved differently now, warped and strange.
Maybe because I’d given up on living.
Nothing mattered anymore—not what happened to me, not the world outside these walls. I just wanted to fade away.
They’d stationed some omega in the corner to watch for suicide attempts, so even death was off limits. She stayed invisible unless I reached for something sharp.
I wrapped my arms around myself and closed my eyes. I existed because dying wasn’t allowed. That was all that remained of me now.
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Perry’s POV
"Why is she getting worse?" I demanded, watching Marcela examine Phoebe’s sleeping form.
Two days had passed, and Phoebe barely stirred anymore. She lived in sleep now, unreachable.
At first, I’d been grateful—it meant I could visit during daylight hours. But something was seriously wrong.
"Physically, she’s healing fine," Marcela said, settling on the bed’s edge. Phoebe didn’t even twitch at the movement. "But..."
"But what?" My patience snapped. I wanted to grab the healer and shake answers out of her.
"It’s her mind, my king." Marcela’s voice dropped to a whisper. "She never had a wolf spirit, which damaged her soul. After everything that’s happened, that damage has gotten worse."
My jaw clenched so hard it ached. "How do we fix her?"
Marcela shook her head slowly. "I don’t know, my king. I can mend cuts and broken bones, but souls..." She gestured helplessly. "Maybe you need to pull her out of this darkness. Take her somewhere else—away from here."
"Somewhere else?" I frowned. The kingdom was on the edge of civil war, with rebel packs challenging my rule at every turn.
"This place holds too much pain for her," Marcela explained, waving at the room around us. "New surroundings might help her heal inside."
"You’re leaving? Let me guess—this is about Phoebe." Flynn’s face twisted with disgust before I could even answer. "I’m sick of that woman. She’s useless to you now, Perry. A liability."
"I’m taking her east for two days," I said flatly. "Turner and the other commanders have their orders. Contact me if anything urgent comes up."
"This is insane, Perry!"
