Wolf Princess Sold to the Dragon King novel Chapter 140

Chapter 140: Daddy Said No, Down The Hatch It Goes

There are three types of hostages: the quiet ones, the angry ones, and the ones who turn your entire operation into a goddamn circus. Eron Solandris had two of the third kind, and they were competing for the gold medal in professional pain-in-the-assery.

Kael’s voice rang from the other side of the canvas."That was a ticking clock. Honey, what did I tell you about touching these things?"

"Finally," Eron grumbled. "The white magic will come now."

"You do realize she’s dry heaving, right?" Kael asked. "No? Okay. Educational moment for all you brain-dead cunts, that’s what puking looks like."

Guinevere’s voice sounded next. "Permission to remove these cuffs while I puke."

"Denied," Eron snapped, "You need those cuffs off the way a prisoner needs a hole in the wall. You’ll make a run for it."

"Why on earth would I want to leave," she fired back, voice dry as ash. "I’m having a fantastic time."

Outside the tent, Ryker grinned and shook his head. Next to him, Maddox closed his eyes and exhaled hard through his nose.

Ryker: Oh, lighten up, Commander.

Maddox: I’m going in there.

Ryker: No you’re not.

"If this goes any further," Kael called. "I’m going to need a fucking stiff drink. Not yet. But if you could grab me one, Eron, that would be wonderful."

Maddox pinched the bridge of his nose. Of course Kael would dance around the actual phrase.

"Shut your mouth, Ashenvale."

"Tried. Can’t."

Every sound inside the tent stopped at once.

Then the scent of her blood hit Maddox through the canvas like a fist to the sternum. His lungs locked. His vision tunneled. Every thought in his head collapsed into a single point: she is bleeding and I am not in there.

His body pitched forward and the two men holding him went with it, boots cutting grooves in the dirt.

Renwick’s Beta cut through the silence. "Is that blood?"

"Enough. I did not agree to this." Renwick Lunaris boomed. "We are finished."

Ryker: There it is. The wolf has a spine after all. I was getting worried he’d sold that too.

Sterling: A bleeding daughter is a depreciating asset. He did the math.

Maddox: My wife is out of that tent. I’m done.

Ryker: I need Kael to curse more first.

"Your turn, Second," Eron said from inside the tent.

"Edward’s turn. My hand still has a hole in it," Marek replied.

Jaxon: I still can’t believe she—

Ryker: Nobody can, Jaxon.

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INSIDE THE TENT

"Lower the blades," Lord Edward Solandris said from his seat.

The steel came off Kael’s throat, but the men still restrained him.

Renwick moved at Alpha speed across the tent. Her cuffs came off and the relief was so immediate it almost knocked her sideways.

She glanced up at him, confused.

He turned without looking at her.

"Sit, daughter. Let’s try this again."

She didn’t move.

"Now." Alpha tone.

Her body responded automatically. She pushed herself up off the floor and moved to the table.

Lord Solandris raised two fingers without standing. A man crossed the tent, knelt beside her, and pressed a glowing palm to her back. Warmth spread through her ribs like a slow exhale and the burning immediately dimmed. The nausea receded. She hadn’t fully realized how much it hurt until then.

"She’s at her limit," the healer said after a minute, looking up at Lord Solandris. "No more for her."

"No more," Lord Solandris agreed.

One of the guards nodded down towards Kael. "The dragon, My Lord?"

Lord Solandris waved a hand. "This does not concern him. Wipe his memory and let him go."

"Doesn’t concern me?" Kael said from his knees. "I’ve been cuffed, bitched at, and held at bladepoint for the last goddamn hour. But sure. Not my concern. Totally casual over here."

Marek took one step towards Kael. Guinevere shot out of her chair and crossed the tent in a blur, placing herself in front of Kael.

"He stays, or I will not cooperate."

Kael stared at the back of her head. The stare carried a complete sentence: I had this handled. She could feel it. She ignored it.

"Ah, so it WAS Alpha speed earlier when she caught the blade," Marek commented, eyes not leaving her. "A warning would have been helpful with that, Renwick."

"She was using that speed tonight in the halls too," Eron said.

Beta Draven swirled his whiskey. "That is also new, for the record. Also impossible. Alpha speed is a male inheritance. Women don’t carry it."

Guinevere, who hadn’t even planned on drinking it, immediately downed half the glass in one defiant gulp. Fuck it. Daddy said no.

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