Wolf Princess Sold to the Dragon King novel Chapter 169

Chapter 169: You Shall Not Pass, Goddamnit

Two kings walked into the room where deals get done. One had sold his daughter for seven hundred fifty million. The other had turned down a hundred and twenty billion to keep her.

Only one of them was about to humble himself and ask the other for a favor.

"Unannounced. At my war summit. Bold," Maddox stated.

"I wrote you four times, Drakencrest. You did not respond. So I came to check on my daughter," Renwick replied.

"Your daughter is my wife. She’s safe."

Renwick smiled. It was not warm.

"I am relieved she’s safe. Particularly given the events of her abduction to Eldoria."

He had just referenced redacted intelligence casually. Maddox’s face gave nothing.

"Interesting approach, Lunaris."

Renwick’s jaw worked again. Once. "I’m a father, Drakencrest. Being informed about my daughter’s safety is the minimum."

"I’m a straight shooter. Brass tacks. Why are you actually here, Renwick? You and I both know it’s not about your daughter."

Renwick didn’t flinch.

"Nyros is under siege," he said. "Your fleet was part of the terms. I’m here to collect."

"The terms were a dragon fleet at my discretion on a timeline that serves both our interests." Maddox leaned back. "You’re asking me to deploy into an active warzone on a continent I don’t control. That’s a significant ask, Lunaris. I want you to hear me acknowledge that before I answer it."

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KAEL’S CHAMBERS

Blair pushed open the door to Kael’s chambers and stopped dead.

Kael was asleep and a big spoon.

His arm was draped over Guinevere’s waist, his face buried in the back of her white hair, and he was mumbling into it with the slurred, syrupy cadence of a man whose mouth was operating three full minutes ahead of his brain.

"Mmm. Love you, baby." He pressed a kiss to the back of her head. "Stay right here. Don’t go anywhere."

Blair’s eye twitched.

Guinevere remained unconscious, glowing, and oblivious.

Maddox would be back any second.

He would walk through that door and find his brother spooning his wife and whispering "baby" into her hair, and the resulting explosion would register on seismic equipment in kingdoms that hadn’t been discovered yet.

"Kael," Blair hissed.

Nothing. He nuzzled deeper.

"Kael." Louder.

She crossed the room and shook his shoulder. His arm tightened around Guinevere like she was a stuffed animal being confiscated by a parent.

"Mm. No. Mine. All mine."

"She is the OPPOSITE of yours, you half-dead idiot. KAEL."

"Five more minutes," he mumbled. "You smell so good."

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