Chapter 15: Chapter 15 Walking Toward The Gallows
Perry’s POV
I watched as Flynn’s face darkened, his nostrils flaring as he caught the scents lingering in the hallway. I could tell he recognized the second scent immediately. Alpha Kevin. The smell was weak, meaning they’d just finished, but the alpha had already left—only Phoebe remained behind that closed door.
The royal beta clenched his fists. Fury blazed in his eyes. If he had his way, he’d end this woman’s life for bringing such disgrace to the king.
How dare she sleep with another man after being marked by her mate? This woman was despicable, driven by pure lust. She was still chasing the alpha’s attention while her mate was in the same damn building.
Too bad I wanted her.
"Open the door!" Flynn pounded his fist against the wood. He didn’t want to linger there, breathing in those suffocating scents. "You hear me?! Open the fucking door!"
After what felt like endless banging, Phoebe’s ghostly pale face appeared through the crack.
She stared at him with empty eyes.
A blanket wrapped around her naked body, and the sight made him sick.
"Get ready. We leave soon," Flynn said coldly. He glimpsed the bed inside and spotted blood staining the sheets.
"Where?" Phoebe’s voice came out raw. Her eyes had sunken deep into their sockets.
"Back to the palace." Flynn spat the words like venom.
He couldn’t believe the king wanted to drag this whore back to the palace. Standing there, breathing air thick with the scent of sex, his rage only intensified.
Phoebe’s eyes went wide. "Back to the palace?" she whispered, repeating his words.
Terror flooded her gaze now.
"Pack your shit and meet us at the main garden!"
Flynn could see her red-rimmed eyes. No doubt she’d been crying. She probably begged the alpha to fuck her. Cried because she didn’t want to be marked by the Mad King.
This woman’s obsession with the mate who’d rejected her was insane.
Phoebe jerked back when Flynn yelled, but the royal beta didn’t notice as he stormed off without waiting for her response.
I knew that after my beta left, Phoebe would be processing what had just happened. The terror in her eyes told me everything I needed to know about her state of mind.
Later, I could sense the tension building in the pack house. Word traveled fast, and I knew Kevin would react soon enough.
When Luke came to report to his alpha, I was already expecting the fallout.
"She slept with him after leaving your room. What are you going to do about that?" Flynn couldn’t hold back any longer. "You’re still taking her with you?" he asked in disbelief, because it made no fucking sense to him.
I said nothing, but my electric blue eyes darkened several shades. The Mad King was most terrifying when silent—no one knew when I might explode.
Right on cue, someone knocked on the door, and Kevin’s scent drifted into the room, making Flynn wrinkle his nose in disgust.
"Want to see him?" Flynn looked at me with concern while the new alpha requested a moment to speak with the king.
I smirked. "Why not?" My chuckle sent ice down Flynn’s spine.
"Don’t kill him, okay? Don’t do anything stupid." Flynn’s tone turned stern. "You can’t start a civil war over a woman like Phoebe."
"Relax. He just wants to talk, right?" I leaned back against the sofa, my electric blue eyes flashing with malice. That’s exactly why Flynn couldn’t trust me. "Open the door and let the bastard in."
"Don’t do anything rash, Perry."
I raised my brows, as if challenging my beta’s warning.
When the door opened, Kevin stepped inside. Shock hit him as he took in the destroyed room, and he froze in place, not daring to venture further into the bedroom.
"What are you doing over there, alpha? Come here, take a seat. It’s a bit messy." I waved my hand like a predator luring its prey.
Somehow, Kevin felt like he was walking toward the gallows.
