Chapter 55: Chapter 55 Trapped in Her Nightmare
Perry’s POV
"Damn it! Are you trying to kill each other!? Do it when I am not around! I am not cleaning up your mess and get myself killed!" Flynn gasped, his chest heaving.
He positioned himself between me and Timothy, while the royal gamma lay crumpled on the ground in a pool of his own blood. The bastard wouldn’t die, but he’d need time to recover.
I remained upright, blood still seeping from the wound on my shoulder, but otherwise intact.
The rage in my eyes had dimmed, though I still glared at Timothy for his boldness in challenging me. If our history didn’t run so deep, what he’d done could be seen as rebellion—a death sentence.
Still, Flynn was right to believe I wouldn’t cross that line, no matter how far gone I seemed.
"Leave," I commanded, my voice cutting through the air as I moved toward Timothy.
"I’ll handle him." Flynn jumped between us, blocking my path to the royal gamma.
"You. Leave."
Flynn clearly thought I wanted Timothy gone, preparing to escort him to Helen, but I meant him.
"What? No." He shook his head, horror written across his face. "What are you planning to do with him? Don’t be reckless... Perry!"
I shoved Flynn aside, sending him stumbling. He lacked the strength to stop me. It was miraculous he’d survived intervening in our fight at all.
Flynn bore his own battle scars—a gaping wound on his stomach that was slowly healing.
"Perry!" Flynn yelled as I knelt beside Timothy. I reached out, and his first instinct was clearly that I intended to snap Timothy’s neck.
Flynn cursed under his breath, knowing he couldn’t stop me in time, especially drained as he was and unable to shift in his condition.
To his surprise, I simply examined the wound on Timothy’s neck. Deep, but not fatal—which said everything. If I’d wanted him dead, he wouldn’t be making sarcastic remarks now.
"Too bad you missed my vital spot."
"I never miss." I settled back, staring into the distance while Timothy gathered his strength, waiting for his wounds to close. The pain was brutal, but he didn’t make a sound. "What did she tell you?"
Timothy groaned. "You should’ve asked before attacking me and throwing around accusations."
Flynn collapsed onto the ground nearby, exhausted now that he knew we wouldn’t kill each other. He listened to our exchange.
The sky looked threatening—a storm was brewing.
"Don’t be a bastard. Answer me."
"No. If you want answers, apologize and get your act together. You can’t treat her like garbage and expect her to open up."
I growled, but Timothy didn’t flinch, closing his eyes, too drained to continue.
Flynn watched us, but seeing I wouldn’t retaliate after Timothy’s refusal, he relaxed.
"You need to control your anger, Perry, or you’ll burn yourself and everyone who cares about you to ashes. No amount of regret will fix that."
"Without this anger, I won’t survive."
"You don’t need to just survive anymore. You’re stronger than everyone else. You don’t have to live in your nightmare." Timothy opened his eyes, meeting mine directly. "But Phoebe is still trapped in hers. Keep this up, and you’ll push her to an early grave."
I said nothing, and after a while, Timothy grew drowsy. The bleeding had stopped, but blood loss left him dizzy.
"She went through the same abuse you did, and she’s still going through it now."
I couldn’t tell if Timothy spoke intentionally or if exhaustion loosened his tongue. Soon after, he was snoring softly.
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Phoebe’s POV
I secured another bottle of poison in the same hiding spot. My determination to kill Perry burned as fierce as the mate bond between us.
I craved his presence while hating myself for it, resented his touch while desperately wanting it. The contradiction was maddening and exhausting.
Regardless, I needed Perry to visit so I could execute my plan, even though the thought of sharing a room with him made my skin crawl.
Now, a week after the incident, I found myself missing him.
Mason visited regularly to check on me, and I was grateful. Through her, I learned what was happening outside.
The palace buzzed with new warriors, and trained fighters would deploy within weeks.
The crowded palace meant more work for the king, his beta, and gamma.
It made sense that Perry hadn’t visited yet.
"You’ll get your chance," Mason said before leaving after delivering lunch. She couldn’t stay long—the omegas were swamped feeding all the new warriors.
Feeding warriors was no small task. They could devour an entire cow, according to Mason.
With nothing else to do, I dozed off in front of the television. I was sleeping peacefully when someone touched my shoulder.
This person didn’t shake me awake. Instead, his hand trailed down my arm, coming to rest on my stomach.
My eyes snapped open to find Reginald standing beside the sofa, staring at me with unmistakable lust.
"What are you doing here?!" I screamed, swatting his hand away and jumping up from the sofa. I kept my distance. "How did you get in here?!"
I knew Reginald was in the palace, having joined the new recruits for whatever twisted reason, but the training grounds were far from the royal quarters. I never expected him to come looking for me.
Yet here he was.
"Don’t you want to greet your brother?" Reginald asked with venom.
