Wolf Princess Sold to the Dragon King novel Chapter 179

Chapter 179: Boner, Sun, & A Serial Killer In The Corner

Three men.

One glowing gold, hovering two inches above her face.

One behind her with a boner she had mistaken for a tree root.

One she thought was the goddamn sun before her lids opened.

A scream tore from Guinevere’s throat before her brain could process anything else.

All three of them jumped.

Her hand flew to her mouth, cutting off her own scream.

Three men. One bed. Zero idea where she was.

Oh no.

Every survival instinct she had fired at once. She twisted out of the boner man’s arms, her body moving faster than her panic, her hands shoving against a chest. Before he could react, she was off the bed, darting across the room.

That’s when it registered that the oil lamps and windows had shattered. If that was from her scream she was in some deep shit. Pun intended because this room was entirely brown. The walls, the curtains, the rug with the dead animal head staring at her from the floor.

Without an ounce of hesitation, she snatched a blade from a standing soldier who gawked at her like she’d broken the laws of physics. If the circumstances were different, she would’ve appreciated just how fucking well that worked.

She spun, back slamming against the wall, chest heaving. Thank fuck for the bralette and mystery slippers or she would have flashed the room and stepped on glass in the process. She was sporting tiny silk pajamas that were one wrong move away from turning into lingerie. Her body felt like it had been trampled by a stampede of horses, black spots waltzed in her vision. All problems she would deal with once she got herself out of this situation.

She didn’t look down, keeping her eyes on the three of them.

"Gwen?" The boner man’s arms were still extended where she’d ripped free. He was grey. Shirtless. Covered in bruises and dried blood. He looked about as bad as she felt. "Breathe. These two just learned a valuable lesson about personal space."

The two men flanking him gave him matching death stares, then climbed off the bed in unison.

She immediately raised her blade. "Don’t come any closer."

They froze mid-step.

"Gwen. It’s Kael. Remember?" the grey boner man on the bed said.

She shook her head once. The familiarity scratching at the back of her skull was a locked door with no key, and she was standing on the wrong side of it.

"How do I know you?"

The words dropped like a corpse in the room that made every man in it go still.

"I’m the guy that died last night. You saved my life," he replied calmly.

She looked back at the half-dead grey man named Kael, who was still on the bed. "Are you part of Stonehowl?"

"What the fuck is a Stonehowl?"

This time, her brows knit together. "Are you rogues?"

Silence. They exchanged glances with each other, which meant they were likely mindlinking. That meant the clock had started. She had maybe two minutes before reinforcements arrived.

"Am I d-d-dead?" her stutter chose the absolute worst time to show itself.

She glanced down at her wrists that were still raw from being cuffed in silver.

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