Chapter 95: Chapter 95 Enemies Inside The Walls
"Damn it." Reginald’s brow creased as he watched his father’s brown wolf scramble away, leaving a bloody trail behind.
His solemn mask twisted into something vicious as the beast tried to escape. Even shifted, Cameron was too weak to take on Reginald’s human form in his current state.
"Come on, Dad. Don’t make this harder than it has to be. I’ll make it quick."
The truth hit Cameron like a punch to the gut. He’d been such a fool, placing Reginald on a pedestal, forcing himself to see a son where none existed. No blood connection, no real bond—just his desperate need for an heir blinding him to reality.
What a massive mistake.
Why the hell would he want a son who craved his death?
Damn.
He should’ve listened to Phoebe. Should’ve believed her when she spoke the truth about Reginald’s darkness. Now he’d pay the price for his blindness.
"Here, Dad." Reginald stalked closer like a wolf circling wounded prey. "Why make this difficult?"
Cameron’s eyes darted around the room. No advantage, even in wolf form.
Then he spotted his only shot. He dragged himself toward the door—closer than Reginald—and shifted back to human form.
"You bastard!" Cameron’s voice cracked with rage. "Phoebe was right! You tried to touch her!" He struggled to his feet, fury giving him strength.
Reginald assumed the old man couldn’t hold his wolf form anymore. That’s why he’d shifted back.
A confident smirk spread across Reginald’s face as he approached. His grin stretched wide, claws extending. Time to gut the old fool and bury the secret about Kevin’s planned death forever.
"Sorry, Dad. But I’m done playing family." Reginald’s head tilted with mock sympathy. "Alpha Sterling will make a much better stepfather. Losing his precious son should break him nicely."
That was the real game. Kill Kevin, and without Cameron in the picture, getting close to Alpha Sterling would be child’s play.
"Go to hell, Reginald. You’ll die screaming." Cameron gripped the door handle, using it to steady himself.
Pathetic. That’s all Reginald saw—a weak, broken old man clinging to life.
"Let’s finish this."
He had a palace to help destroy. No time to waste on the has-been beta.
Reginald lunged forward, claws aimed straight for Cameron’s heart. But the former beta surprised him—shifting mid-attack and raking his claws across Reginald’s face with everything he had left.
Deep gashes opened across Reginald’s chest, sending him crashing to the floor with a howl of agony.
But Cameron had nothing left. The killing blow was beyond him now, his energy spent. He shifted back, human claws useless against Reginald’s thick hide.
Cameron hauled himself up and kicked Reginald away from the door before stumbling out and slamming it shut behind him.
He had to reach his daughter. Phoebe needed him.
"Shit." His breath came in ragged gasps. The wound on his back healed at a crawl, consciousness threatening to slip away as Reginald’s screams echoed through the empty hall.
Cameron forced his battered body forward, black spots dancing in his vision.
His daughter. He had to get to Phoebe. Had to apologize for failing her so completely. He couldn’t die. Not yet...
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**Timothy’s POV**
I struggled to hold back the rebels who’d breached the palace gates. Flynn fought beside me while the king led another group of warriors to defend the far wing.
They’d been caught completely off guard. No one expected an attack this coordinated, this deep inside their defenses.
They’d known about a spy, but hadn’t imagined so many traitors lived among them. The enemy had planted their people everywhere without detection.
*Damn it! I can’t tell friend from enemy!* Flynn’s frustration bled through the mindlink as he battled the endless stream of attackers. *There’s no end to them! We might kill our own people by mistake! How do we tell them apart?*
I grunted my agreement.
Combat wasn’t Flynn’s strength. He was solid in a fight, but his real talent lay in strategy and politics. Battlefield work was my domain.
*If they’re trying to kill you, they’re the enemy.*
*Are you serious right now?*
*Do I look like I’m joking?* I dropped two warriors with one brutal combo before pushing my team forward.
*They’re a distraction.* Flynn’s eye for detail kicked in—something felt wrong about this whole assault. *They’re trying to draw us away from Perry.*
Silence stretched between us as I processed the observation. Flynn was right.
*I can’t reach Perry through mindlink,* Flynn reported.
*He always cuts the connection during battle. Lets his wolf take complete control.*
Flynn knew this quirk of Perry’s all too well.
*That’s dangerous. Perry will go on a killing rampage.*
*Honestly, at this point, I’m not complaining.*
