Wolf Princess Sold to the Dragon King novel Chapter 186

Chapter 186: Round Two Of Cosmic Fuck You

Weeks ago, Kael followed a glowing wolf girl through a mystery portal that dumped them into the goddamn sky like an idiot.

Round two? Let’s fucking go.

Last time? Dark Fae bullshit. Freefall. Snowy mountains of Eldoria.

This time? Freefall in another blizzard in who-the-fuck-knows-where. It was all the same brand of cosmic fuck you.

The only difference was he couldn’t shift into his dragon this time. So he was stuck in human form, free-falling with a girl he refused to let go of.

He flipped them so his back would hit first, grip tight around her, and shut his eyes as the ground came up to meet them.

At least they’d land in snow.

CRACK.

The impact knocked the wind from his lungs.

What the hell did they fall on?

A motherfucking frozen lake. Solid. Not liquid or snow. Nope. Hard as concrete.

SPLINNNNT.

Before Kael could get a breath, the ice broke and the water ate them. The cold was so immediate and so total that his body stopped distinguishing between pain and temperature.

His lungs tried to gasp. His brain immediately shut that shit down because gasping underwater was how you die.

Above them, the ice was already grinding shut. At least that’s what it looked like. His vision was a kaleidoscope at the moment.

He kicked his dead legs and swam up with Guinevere tucked against him.

Either he couldn’t find the hole, which would be a first for Kael Ashenvale, or it had, in fact, sealed shut.

Whatever the reason, up was no longer an option. That meant sideways. He did what made the most sense. More light meant thinner ice. He swam. One arm around her. One arm pulling through black water.

The bottom of the lake was getting shallower. If he could stand on ground, he could definitely punch through the ice.

There we go. Brain was back and taking names.

He swam faster.

The lake floor rose to meet him. His fist punched upward through ice with everything he had.

Cold air hit his knuckles. He punched again. Wider. Again. Wider.

With a bleeding hand, he pushed her through the gap first. Then himself. Ice edges cut both of them. He didn’t care. Couldn’t care. That function had shut down three emergencies ago.

He pulled her onto the snow-covered bank. On her side. Face clear. She was breathing, barely, but she was.

That’s when his body gave out. He hit the frozen ground panting, then pulled her back against his chest, trying to summon his flame.

✦✦✦

The patrol found them an hour before dawn.

Two bodies on the lakefront. One male, covered in bruises. One female, small, white-haired, blue-lipped, wearing silk pajamas and slippers.

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