Wolf Princess Sold to the Dragon King novel Chapter 100

Chapter 100: First Date Is Going BEAUTIFULLY

The Crown of Velkaris does not run. It walks. It commands. It delegates. Maddox told the Crown of Velkaris to go fuck itself and covered thirty feet in under two seconds.

He dropped to his knees beside Guinevere. One hand found the small of her back, while the other tilted her chin up so he could see her face. Blood was still running from her nose, much worse than he thought.

He was about to pick her up when she jerked away from him violently. It took him a moment to understand, she was stifling dry heaves, trying to not be sick in front of five hundred people. He couldn’t blame her there. Dignity in the middle of a crisis. She would have made an excellent dragon if she weren’t already the most frustrating wolf on the continent.

The sound she made on the next one went through him like a blade he couldn’t pull out. His dragon threw itself against his ribs in panic. The beast that had been purring against her minutes ago was now clawing to get to the surface because she was hurting.

His eyes went to Kael over her head. The look on his face was a question wrapped in a threat: how long have you known, how bad is it?

Kael met his stare and didn’t flinch. "Every time she’s near dark magic."

Maddox’s jaw was set and his eyes said murder. "Have you exposed her before?"

The question was calm. The homicide behind it was not.

"Yes," Kael answered without a single layer of performance around it. Just a man standing in front of his brother and choosing, for once, to be exactly where he was.

Growth looked terrible on his brother. Maddox preferred the version he could justify punching.

He swallowed the rage and shifted his focus back to her, gathering her hair in one fist to hold it away from her face. It was longer than he’d realized. Heavier too. The white strands were still glowing faintly and managed to be beautiful while the rest of the evening was a dumpster fire.

"Jaxon. Off Blair. On her. Now."

As soon as she stopped fighting dry heaves, Maddox scooped her off her hands and knees, rotated her mid-lift so her legs draped over one arm and her back settled against the other. The whole thing took less than a second and she looked like she had opinions about it.

"Commander—"

"Yeah, no. You lost Commander privileges." He kissed the top of her head. Public. Deliberate. In front of every lord, elder, guard, and servant still conscious in this hall. The political implications could get in line behind the personal ones.

Jaxon’s hands hovered over her sternum. Violet light sank into her skin. What came back out was black and fought every inch of the way.

"She’s the only one who absorbed it." He extracted a thread that twisted between his fingers like something alive.

Five hundred people clean. One woman soaked in it. Of course she was the exception. This woman could not be normal about a single goddamn thing.

Jaxon pulled another thread. She bit down on a sound that Maddox felt in his own teeth.

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