Wolf Princess Sold to the Dragon King novel Chapter 171

Chapter 171: The Zoo Delivered

Kael blinked a few times. Whatever the fuck he saw had drained every drop of his usual annoying swagger. He met Maddox’s eyes.

"Did you read the black ops file?"

"Yes."

"Blair. Earmuffs," Kael ordered without looking at her.

"Fuck you. No," she snapped.

Kael’s gaze stayed locked on Maddox. He opened his mouth, about to order everyone out of the room in the Draconic register, when the door opened.

Landon entered, glowing as bright as Guinevere’s hair.

The old healer shuffled in behind him.

"You are looking better, young dragon," the healer said warmly. "Most men with your injuries would be unconscious for a week. You are, without question, the most stubborn patient I have treated this century, and I say that as a compliment, because the century has been long and full of very stubborn men who were less impressive than you."

He turned to Landon. "You were right. He is a strong one, Your Majesty."

Kael looked at the old healer, then at Landon. The grin that crossed his face made Blair and Maddox both close their eyes at the same time, as if that would protect them from the incoming bullshit.

Landon crossed to the bed in three strides, his face stripped of every ounce of the composure he’d been wearing like armor all morning. What replaced it was concern, raw and unguarded.

He exchanged a glance with the old healer.

Maddox looked down at Guinevere and the world tilted.

Three marks. Gold, his. Silver, which was Shadowfell’s. And white, brilliant white, woven between both, luminous, completing a pattern that hadn’t existed a day ago. His concussed, sleep-deprived, twice-fallen, dragon-marking brain had somehow missed it until this exact goddamn second.

The dragon king’s vision went solid gold.

"YOU MARKED MY WIFE."

The sentence hit the room like a detonation.

Blair and Ryker’s jaws both dropped. Everyone else didn’t seem surprised in the slightest.

Maddox was too narrowed in on Landon’s face to give a fuck.

The King of Light didn’t flinch.

"I saved her life, Drakencrest."

"Is THIS what you call saving?" Maddox’s arms tightened around Guinevere. "She’s on fire. And your mark is on her neck glowing like a goddamn beacon. What part of this is saved?"

Landon’s eyes flared brighter. "When did the wolf king mark her?" he growled, ignoring Maddox’s question. His usual calm voice was gone, replaced by something dangerous.

At that moment, runes ignited across Guinevere’s skin, surging white-hot in perfect sync with Landon’s eyes. The light burned so bright it bled through her thin silk robe, tracing every curve of her breasts, the dip of her waist, and the swell of her hips.

Maddox’s dragon rumbled loudly in his chest. Without putting her down or looking away from Landon, Maddox grabbed the ripped blanket on the bed and covered her.

Landon closed his eyes, swallowing down the light. Under the blanket, she dimmed with him.

"My mark shouldn’t have manifested fully on her for months," he explained, forcing his voice calm. "That’s how Luminari marks work. But she is taking to it faster than anticipated because she is my fated mate, Drakencrest, and the matebond accelerates the integration. Let me stabilize her before the fever does permanent damage."

DIGNITY REMAINING: Zero. His wife’s subconscious just blue-balled him in front of everyone.

Landon stood completely unburned. He glanced down, a flicker of shock crossing his face, then looked at Maddox with pure, exhausted annoyance. His silver-blue eyes said it all: Really? We’re doing this? She’s dying and you’re throwing fire at the man trying to save her. You absolute fucking idiot.

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