Marked By The Mad King Alpha (Phoebe and Perry) novel Chapter 117

Chapter 117: I Have You Now

Perry’s Perspective

“Where is she?” My voice sliced through the tense silence like a blade of ice. From miles away, I could sense Flynn’s deceit brewing beneath the surface, though the full extent of his treachery remained shrouded in shadow. “Tell me, Flynn. Where has she gone?”

“Who?” Flynn’s voice wavered as he struggled to maintain composure, but the tremor betrayed him. “Perry, why are you here? Shouldn’t you be resting at the hospital?”

Before he could take a step closer, my fist shot forward, connecting sharply with his face. The sickening crack of bone echoed through the dining room, followed by the crash of dishes as his body slammed hard against the table.

“Where is she, Flynn?” I demanded again, fury blazing like wildfire within me. I advanced on my royal beta, who clutched his broken nose, moving cautiously like a wounded animal cornered by a relentless hunter. “I won’t ask twice. Speak now.”

Flynn cursed under his breath, snapping his nose back into place before the healing magic could take over—otherwise, he’d have to break it again later.

“She left,” he gasped, scrambling backward to put distance between us. He could feel the deadly intent radiating from me; I was ready to end him.

“She left?” I crouched down, seizing his hand in a grip that could shatter his wrist if he gave me the wrong answer. “Where? How could she possibly leave? Phoebe is sick—there’s no way she went anywhere on her own.”

“Perry, please, let me explain—”

Crack.

I shattered his wrist. That wasn’t the answer I wanted, and I had already warned him I wouldn’t repeat myself.

“Perry!” Flynn’s eyes widened in shock as he searched my face for any hint of mercy. He found none.

I’d sparred with Timothy countless times, and though we’d wounded each other, I’d never killed him. But I had never struck Flynn with such violence before. The worst I’d done was threaten to snap his neck—empty threats I never intended to carry out.

This was different.

I had punched him. Broken his wrist.

And felt absolutely nothing.

“Perry! Argh!”

Flynn’s scream echoed through the room as I twisted his wrist further. I could feel the bones grinding beneath my grip, his hand growing numb except for the sharp, blinding agony.

“I gave her to Reginald!” His confession burst out as I reached for his shoulder, ready to break that bone too.

He knew I would shatter every bone in his body until I got the truth. His pain tolerance was clearly no match for my fury.

“Reginald?” Rage flared behind my eyes. Of all the betrayals, Flynn had chosen the worst.

“ARGH!” His scream tore through the air as I violently dislocated his shoulder with a single wrench.

“What did you do?” I grabbed his chin, forcing him to meet my gaze. “Tell me.”

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