Chapter 98: Chapter 98 A Single Silent Plea
"Perry, please... you have to shift back, you have to let Marcela examine her, or she’s going to die!" Timothy begged the savage black beast. "Perry. You’re going to kill her!"
Perry had sunk too deep into his beast—that’s why their voices couldn’t reach him.
"Perry!" Flynn shouted as well. He still held his views about Phoebe, believing the woman wasn’t right for the king, that it would be better if she disappeared.
Still, he was rational enough to picture what would happen to Perry if he lost Phoebe now. There was a strong possibility they’d never get him back, and he had no desire to kill his own king.
"Perry! Come back, you’re not helping by holding onto her!" Flynn moved beside Timothy, attempting to step forward, but the beast growled threateningly, and Timothy yanked him back immediately.
"What are you doing? You’re going to get yourself killed!"
"What? Are you planning to stand here and watch her die? What then? Perry will be beyond our reach if he loses his mate in this condition!"
Flynn spoke with reason, and his words rang true.
"What do we do now?" Timothy winced, despising the unpredictability of their situation. "You know we can’t take him on."
Perry would slaughter both of them without hesitation when his mind was clear, but with the beast in control, Timothy and Flynn would meet a gruesome end.
Timothy recalled the corpses littering the hallways.
He’d join them if they made one wrong move approaching Perry.
"I know." Flynn’s brow creased. That seemed to be his earlier plan, but Timothy’s warning made him retreat.
Meanwhile, Timothy’s gaze dropped to Phoebe. She was incredibly weak, and on top of her injuries, she was actively miscarrying.
But he knew she was still there. She remained conscious enough to hear him.
"Phoebe," Timothy called her name repeatedly, uncertain if she could hear him, while the beast watched him with sharp attention.
The beast didn’t strike them, but he certainly would if they attempted to get closer to his mate. The beast was locked in defensive mode.
"Phoebe, tell him to shift back. Tell him to shift back."
Phoebe’s eyes fluttered. She breathed in harsh gasps, parting her lips, but no sound emerged.
"It’s pointless," Flynn said. "She can’t speak."
Timothy looked exasperated. "Phoebe, tell him to shift, or we can’t reach you."
Meanwhile, Phoebe struggled, opening her mouth, trying to force her voice out, but nothing came. She was too exhausted—even her voice wouldn’t cooperate.
However, with tremendous effort, she moved her hand. By now, her lower body had gone completely numb—she couldn’t even feel the warm fluid between her legs.
Phoebe touched the beast’s fur, and the creature stiffened, turning to look at her.
Unable to speak, she mouthed the word: please.
She didn’t even know what she was begging for.
She was so drained and wanted this all to end quickly—even if she had to die, so be it.
She was finished with this life.
The beast lowered its head, nuzzling her hand with his muzzle, but Phoebe had lost consciousness.
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**Phoebe’s POV**
I felt a coldness I’d never experienced before, like I’d just plunged into a frozen lake. I couldn’t breathe, but I couldn’t die either—I was trapped in this agony, and it seemed endless.
I tried to open my eyes, but it made no difference because my surroundings were pitch black—I wasn’t even sure which way was up or down.
Beyond the cold, I felt this emptiness at the bottom of my heart. Something so heavy it dragged me down. I tried to fight it, but I lacked the strength.
I wanted desperately to sleep, yet I heard several people talking simultaneously. They were too loud, but no matter how hard I strained to understand what they were saying, I couldn’t make out their words.
It sounded like buzzing bees.
I wanted them to stop.
I wanted this cold to stop.
I wanted to feel something warm.
Anything to fill the void in my chest, though I didn’t know what that was.
Stop please... Stop hurting me...
I thought to myself, then stopped fighting the heavy feeling that pulled me into the abyss.
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"How is she?" Timothy asked, worry etched across his face.
They were now in the infirmary. They’d finally managed to convince Perry to shift back to his human form and suppress his beast’s instincts, since it wasn’t helping his mate’s condition.
Phoebe’s simple touch had actually helped tremendously for Timothy and Flynn to bring Perry back without violence. It felt miraculous.
Right now, Perry had gone elsewhere to handle the aftermath of the attack with Flynn.
The beta’s primary duty wasn’t to the kingdom, but to the king—keeping him sane and preventing his bloodlust from running wild during this time.
Meanwhile, Timothy was assigned to stay with Phoebe.
"She lost the baby," Marcela said sadly. It was expected. They were going to lose the baby anyway, as she’d told the royal gamma before.
"But she’ll be fine."
Even without the king delaying the rescue, Marcela wasn’t confident she could have saved both of them. She was lucky to save Phoebe, though her condition remained critical.
"How is the king?"
"He’s still in his madness state."
