Perry’s POV
"I had no clue her spice tolerance was that weak!" Timothy whined as I delivered a solid kick to his rear, sending him tumbling forward. Only his quick reflexes saved him from a face-plant, his palms hitting the floor to break his fall.
Across the study, Flynn remained absorbed in his paperwork, completely unbothered by the commotion. He flipped through docunts despite the late hour, the moonlight streaming through the windows.
"How was I supposed to know? You never ntioned it—just told to test her preferences."
Honestly, I had no way of knowing either. Our encounters had been brief, and she’d barely spoken during most of them.
Timothy continued his childish groaning, massaging his sore backside while shooting a resentful glare from the floor. The urge to kick him again was strong, but I turned toward my royal beta instead.
"Found anything yet?"
Timothy’s attention shifted to Flynn too, clearly curious about whatever task I’d assigned.
"You only asked this morning—what did you expect?" Flynn didn’t bother looking up from his reading. "Nothing yet. Have so patience."
"Patience isn’t exactly my strong suit."
"What are you two discussing?" Timothy finally hauled himself up, though he wisely maintained his distance from .
The late hour cast everything in soft shadows, starlight glittering through the window against the dark sky.
Flynn lifted his head at Timothy’s question. "Perfect. You can handle this since you’ve got so much spare ti."
"I don’t have spare ti." Timothy’s brow furrowed as he glanced my way. "I’m managing the Valerium conflict, rember?"
Flynn waved dismissively. "Perry wants intel on that woman. I’ve got basics, but he needs more."
Timothy looked between us. "What did you dig up?"
As Flynn shared his findings from the Obsidian Claw pack house, I grabbed a docunt from the desk and skimd it. I didn’t interrupt their exchange—my silence gave Timothy permission to investigate further.
"How many sources did you use for this information?"
"Three, maybe four. All said the sa thing."
Flynn shrugged carelessly. He’d disliked what he heard about Phoebe from the start, so when multiple sources corroborated the story, he’d considered it settled. In his mind, I should have rejected her imdiately.
"You’re telling you didn’t even try getting different perspectives? Just took their word at face value?" Timothy’s disbelief was obvious, and his expression irritated Flynn enough that he hurled a paper in the royal gamma’s direction. Timothy dodged effortlessly.
"They lived with her—what more could I do? Everyone said the sa thing."
"If everyone’s saying identical things, doesn’t that strike you as suspicious?" Timothy looked smug.
"If you think you can do better, be my guest. I’m not wasting more ti on that whore—"
But suddenly, Flynn collapsed, clutching his head in agony. Even Timothy, who wasn’t targeted by my fury, could feel the raw power radiating from .
I was punishing Flynn through our pack bond, stretching it taut against his mind until the pain beca unbearable.
Timothy pressed himself against the sofa as I rose to my full height and crossed the room toward my writhing beta.
Dropping to one knee, I seized Flynn’s throat. "Don’t ever call her that again. Understood?" I applied pressure to his windpipe, cutting off his ability to speak, so he could only nod frantically.
"I’m... sorry..." Flynn wheezed, but I didn’t release him imdiately. I stared into his eyes, searching his very soul.
A mont later, I eased the ntal pressure and loosened my grip on his neck.
"Good." I stood and walked out without another word, leaving the task squarely in Timothy’s hands.
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Timothy’s POV
Once the king disappeared, I rushed to Flynn’s side. "You okay? That was terrifying."
I shook my head, shuddering. It had been ages since I’d witnessed Perry unleash that kind of anger on Flynn. He could be overwhelming when pushed too far.
"Fine." Flynn rubbed his throat gingerly. "I crossed the line."
He acknowledged his mistake, though I could tell he still believed the king was making an error with Phoebe.
"Yeah, you definitely did." I patted his shoulder sympathetically.
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Viola’s POV
"What brings you here, Viola?" Helen asked when she entered the room and found waiting inside. "Need sothing?"
"Yes, I’ve been feeling dizzy in the mornings. I was hoping you might have sothing to help." I smiled at the healer.
Helen returned my smile warmly. "Co, sit down. I’ll prepare sothing for you." She set aside the concoction she’d been making for Phoebe and rummaged through her drawer.
"She’s..." I didn’t finish my sentence, but my gaze lingered on Phoebe.
"Oh, rumor has it she’s the king’s mate. I don’t think it’s just rumors anymore—I saw her mark."
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