Chapter 130: Chapter 130 His Silent Suffering
Fiona’s arms circled his waist as her fingers traced along his length, hunger evident in her touch. She craved another round—the sex had blown her mind completely.
Reginald’s dominance thrilled her, and she surrendered willingly to his control.
But boredom crept through him. He wanted resistance, rejection, a real fight. That would make things interesting. As a shifter, he preferred his conquests hard-won.
This woman offered no challenge whatsoever.
Still, he couldn’t risk offending her. Her pack’s alliance was crucial right now.
As Alpha Theodore’s precious daughter, Fiona demanded careful handling.
"What’s eating at you? Spill." Her tongue traced his spine, desperate to keep him aroused, to make him stay longer.
This clingy behavior grated on his nerves.
"If it’s about the war, Daddy might help if you ask nicely." She nipped his shoulder, giggling. "You know how he melts for me."
Reginald’s eyes stayed shut. Arousal died when he focused on the blonde pawing at him.
"The battle, yeah. We’re calling a meeting. Need a thousand more fighters from your pack. The others offered five hundred each—can’t spare more since they’re protecting their own turf."
Obsidian Claw and Crimson Fang territories touched at the river Phoebe had crossed two years back.
Phoebe...
Heat surged through him imagining those cascading locks were her rich brown hair instead.
Fiona mistook his reaction as desire and grew bolder.
Lucky break for him—Fiona’s infatuation had fast-tracked his heir status. Alpha Theodore would only hand over his daughter if Alpha Sterling officially named Reginald successor.
That final push had forced Sterling to quit the mind games and testing. Sterling had always planned to make him heir anyway, just being his usual stubborn self.
Reginald couldn’t seem too eager for the title.
What choice did Sterling have without a son?
Reginald had eliminated Kyra and Kevin’s unborn child, leaving Sterling with no blood heirs.
"Consider it done," Fiona purred, dropping to her knees. Her tongue flicked across his tip.
Reginald’s head fell back, breathing ragged.
He bit down hard to stop Phoebe’s name from escaping his lips.
Fiona knew how to use that tongue—he’d give her that much.
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**Phoebe’s POV**
The sensation of being watched pulled me from sleep. When I rolled over, Perry sat in the chair beside my bed, staring.
"Sorry for waking you." His brow creased with concern.
Something troubled him deeply—I could see it written across his features. "Go back to sleep."
Instead, I sat up and studied him as he scrubbed his face roughly.
"Can’t sleep," he rasped. Dark circles shadowed his eyes, proof he’d been struggling for days.
The exhaustion only made him look more dangerous.
"I shouldn’t be here." He stood abruptly and left without waiting for my response.
The next night, he returned.
This time I kept my eyes closed, feigning sleep. It continued night after night.
A week passed with Perry keeping his silent vigil. He’d arrive after dark and remain like a sentinel until dawn broke.
I wasn’t sure what to make of it. He never touched me or tried joining me in bed. But during daylight hours, he looked increasingly haggard.
Terrifying... exhaustion sharpened his savage edges.
On the tenth night, I couldn’t stand it anymore. I sat up and faced him directly, startling him.
Like always, he apologized and rose to leave.
Before he could escape, I caught his hand. His gaze dropped to where our skin connected, then lifted to mine with silent questions.
Honestly, I didn’t know what I wanted. Instinct and impulse drove my actions, and now I questioned whether my next move made any sense.
But I could see his suffering. Flynn faced punishment, Timothy had gone to war, and Elder Tricia wasn’t like the other two.
The elder was a mentor, not a friend.
I tugged him toward the bed. His eyes widened, but he didn’t resist—why would he when this was exactly what he craved?
I released his hand once he settled on the mattress, pulse hammering.
"You want to sleep here?"
I didn’t answer, just shifted away to give him space before lying back down, my back to him.
