Wolf Princess Sold to the Dragon King novel Chapter 138

Chapter 138: Donut-Fucking Dipshit Demons

🎲 THE UNDERDOG PROP — Demons

Can they crack double digits? They’re sitting at 5.

🪙 THE PROP — Host vs. Father

Deadlocked 1-1. Sterling has the Father. Everyone else is betting on the Host.

🥊 THE MARQUEE BOUT — Dragon vs. Princess

The dragon leads by 10 and refuses to stop talking. Highlights: "glory hole in a temple" and "stop clenching your assholes."

📈 PROFANITY LEADERBOARD

😈 Kael: 18 ▲ (Backed by everyone except Lux)

👑 Guinevere: 8 (Backed by Lux)

🃏 Demons: 5

🛡️ Eron: 1

🐺 Renwick: 1

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INSIDE THE TENT

Two more cages came through the flaps. Guinevere glanced at Eron Solandris, waiting for there to be more.

There wasn’t.

"Nothing says strategic genius like doubling down on the thing that isn’t working," she commented.

"These ones are faster, girl," Eron snapped, arms crossed, his tone defensive.

Every pair of eyes darted between her and Eron.

"Impressive. Thank you for sharing your strategy with the tent. They definitely aren’t questioning it now."

Eron’s nostrils flared. "You think you’re so clever, girl, don’t you."

"It’s a low bar tonight."

The tent went dead quiet.

Then Kael started laughing. Every head swiveled towards him. "No no, keep going. This is the best hostage situation I’ve ever been in."

"Just open the goddamn cages," Eron said without looking at her or Kael.

The cage doors opened and two Dark Fae launched out of both screaming "VESSEL."

"One thrust and we become gods."

"Me first. Restrain the vessel, brother! My seed will rewrite the prophecy!"

"Wait your turn, brother." The taller one shoved the other behind it.

"Your seed couldn’t rewrite a ’Kick Me’ sign! I’ll pump her full first!"

They stopped mid-pursuit and immediately started beating the shit out of each other.

"ATTACK. THE. GIRL." Eron clapped between each word.

Both fae froze and looked up at him from the floor, mid-grapple.

"He started it!" one hissed.

"I started it because he called dibs! I will fuck her first."

"You couldn’t fuck a donut!"

"Her!" Eron pointed at Guinevere so hard his arm shook. "She’s right there! Get her."

Both fae looked at Guinevere, then immediately scrambled off the floor, moving towards her.

"Thank fuck," she said. "Wouldn’t want them to get distracted."

She swung her cuffed hands. The chains smacked the shorter one in the face while she kicked the second’s groin. Both folded.

She grabbed a wing, ripping it free, then grabbed the other. "Tell me why you’re here. You get one answer before I take the other."

"You’re not pure anymore! She must be purified with seed."

She ripped the other wing without hesitation."I’m not your goddamn vessel. Pass that along in your hive mind."

"We don’t hive mind! You wing-ripping contaminated little cunt!"

She stamped down on its back three times. The fae went silent, its body going still under her boot. She wasn’t sure if it was dead or just smart enough to stop talking.

The chain-in-face one she’d hit earlier recovered and charged at her, fangs out. "Move over, brother. I get first load!"

Guinevere looked at her father with an expression that very clearly said, This is fine with you?

Kael’s eyes moved to Guinevere while Eron spoke, the look on his face said, watch this.

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