Chapter 99: Chapter 99 Consumed by His Wrath
Perry’s POV
Timothy wasn’t wrong when he called my current state madness.
After regaining control from the attack, I had systematically eliminated every name on that list. The spies who had burrowed so deep into the royal foundation were now nothing but corpses.
Those who dared plot my downfall found their heads mounted on spears outside the palace fortress.
The gruesome display sent shockwaves through the people. My reputation for brutality was one thing—witnessing it firsthand was entirely different.
The gap between hearing stories and seeing reality created a massive impact. Whispers of my insanity spread like wildfire through the kingdom.
Terror gripped the citizens as the palace reeked of blood once again. The metallic stench was so overpowering that even passersby could smell it from the streets.
Flynn had been the voice of reason, reminding me that I couldn’t slaughter my own people indiscriminately.
I didn’t want to hear his lectures, but I restrained myself. I only killed those whose names appeared on that damned list.
Blood soaked the palace floors for days. Citizens cowered in fear while the families of traitors abandoned the capital, leaving behind everything to escape my wrath.
Through it all, I never once visited Phoebe. I was too consumed with executing those around me.
After ten days, Timothy finally reached his breaking point. He found me in the forest, watching my wolves feast on enemy flesh. My expression remained unreadable.
The warriors nearby stood rigid with tension.
They’d grown pale after witnessing days of such cruelty. Even though they weren’t the ones being punished, something about watching me torture the traitors before their final moments affected them deeply.
They’d even caught me smiling with genuine pleasure at my enemies’ suffering.
"Perry," Timothy called out. He approached carefully while the wolves tore into their meal, creating sickening sounds.
Timothy made a conscious effort not to look at what those creatures were doing. He still couldn’t understand how I remained unfazed by such a sight.
I didn’t acknowledge Timothy’s presence, but I didn’t drive him away either—a promising sign.
"When will you visit Phoebe?" Timothy positioned himself beside me. "She woke up two days ago."
Timothy had already informed me of this development.
Initially, Timothy assumed I avoided seeing Phoebe during her coma because the sight would be unbearable, especially combined with losing the baby.
I must know that everything happened because of my fault—my pride prevented me from controlling my anger and trying to understand the situation instead.
Phoebe shared blame for her betrayal too.
But things could have ended differently.
"Perry..."
"Did she ask for me?" I cut off Timothy’s words without shifting my attention from the wolves, though he could sense my emotional turmoil through our bond.
I’d been hiding behind my anger this entire time, but mentioning Phoebe’s name cracked that mask.
"No," Timothy answered honestly. He refused to lie to me. "But honestly, she hasn’t spoken to anyone about anything."
Phoebe had shut down completely—a hollow shell of herself. She was breathing and alive, but something inside her had died.
"Then there’s no need for me to see her."
"Perry, don’t be an idiot. You’re only torturing yourself and her. There’s no point punishing her when she’s already lost her baby."
"I’m not punishing her," I said after a long silence. "She’s better off not seeing me."
"What do you mean?" Timothy’s brow furrowed. He couldn’t grasp my meaning, and I didn’t feel like explaining further.
Flynn refused to help with this situation—he’d never liked Phoebe.
Meanwhile, Cameron had returned to the dungeon once his condition stabilized. For some reason, I’d held back from killing him when I’d eliminated all the other traitors.
"Perry?"
"Leave, Timothy. I don’t want to discuss this."
I tossed an arm toward the wolves as they chewed their feast contentedly.
The blood stench and crunching sounds from those beasts made Timothy visibly sick.
"You’re not well, Perry. You need to visit her. You used to get like this when you couldn’t see her for extended periods." Timothy referenced the times when I became completely unbearable during days without seeing Phoebe.
With my current dark mood, my violent tendencies had escalated tremendously.
I remained silent, not even acknowledging Timothy when he left to visit the infirmary again.
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Phoebe’s POV
My room was still being repaired after Perry had destroyed it during his rage.
The same destruction had befallen the king’s bedroom—there was now a massive hole in the wall.
So I remained in the infirmary, where it was more convenient for Marcela to monitor my condition.
"Phoebe," Timothy called out. Marcela wasn’t present—she must have stepped away to prepare some concoction.
But as he moved closer to my bed, the smell of blood hit him. My blood!
The palace had been saturated with that nauseating smell for days, so it hadn’t occurred to Timothy that this blood was mine until he got close enough to see what was happening.
