Wolf Princess Sold to the Dragon King novel Chapter 150

Chapter 150: Drop Me If It’s Uncle Eron

The gold recognized him. It parted. He walked through fire the way other men walk through doors and dropped to his knees in front of Guinevere before the flame closed behind him.

"Baby." Both hands on her face. His mouth on hers. Four hours of hell compressed into a kiss that tasted like whiskey and tears.

He felt her push against his chest.

He looked down.

His brother was on the ground. Still. Blood-soaked. Eyes half-open and looking at nothing. Maddox was on the ground beside Kael in under a second. His fingers searched for his brother’s pulse. Nothing.

"Kael. Wake up."

Nothing.

"Wake up, Kael."

Silence.

"That’s an order." His voice was a draconic command. Pure, undiluted, king-to-subject authority. "Kael Ashenvale. Open your eyes."

Kael did not open his eyes.

Maddox pressed both palms flat on his brother’s chest. Gold poured from his hands into his brother’s body. He watched it spread across Kael’s ribs, watched it search for the heartbeat, watched it come back with nothing.

He pushed more.

More.

"Wake up." The command voice was gone. What replaced it was quieter and worse. "Come on, Kael. You didn’t say the phrase."

The gold flickered across Kael’s chest and faded. Maddox pushed again. The light came back weaker. He pushed again. Weaker still.

"You didn’t say fuck me, I’m thirsty." He was whispering now. "Now wake up so I can hit you for calling my wife pretty."

Kael did not wake up.

Maddox pressed his forehead to his brother’s chest and held it there, and the sound that came out of him was not a word and not a cry and not anything that had a name.

It was the sound of a man who had spent four hours being the king and needed thirty seconds to be the brother, and the brother’s chest was still, and the thirty seconds were all he was going to get.

"Maddox, Aldric can fix this," Guinevere whispered. "I’ll get him."

Maddox didn’t move. His forehead was pressed to his brother’s sternum and his hands were flat on Kael’s ribs and he was listening for a heartbeat he wasn’t going to find with his ears but couldn’t stop looking for with his hands.

Guinevere: Jaxon, I need a portal inside this flame circle. Assuming you’re here. Aldric, I need you ready on the other side.

Ryker: We’re in stealth, Gwen. Can you hold that flame long enough—

Guinevere: Yes. Hurry. Kael isn’t breathing.

Jaxon: Copy.

Maddox’s throat worked. His eyes closed. His jaw clenched so hard she felt it under her palms.

"Aldric," he repeated the word in a daze. The word was gutted. Hollow.

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