Phoebe's POV
I retched violently, expelling every morsel I'd consumed earlier. My stomach twisted in knots while the tiny vial tucked in my pocket burned like molten metal against my hip, a constant reminder of my father's twisted demands.
Despite everything I'd survived in the Obsidian Claw pack, they'd managed to sink their claws back into me. This time, they wanted me to be their weapon. The thought alone made bile rise in my throat again.
Their scheme was simple yet horrifying—overthrow the king, with me as the instrument to destroy him. In essence, I would be Perry's executioner.
I couldn't fathom how my father could ask this of me.
This was wrong on every conceivable level.
I dry-heaved until my body had nothing left to give. Though my sight wavered, my thoughts remained crystal clear about one thing: Perry had to know about Kevin's conspiracy with the other alphas.
'Nobody will believe you.'
