Wolf Princess Sold to the Dragon King novel Chapter 187

Chapter 187: He Who Yells Alpha Commands

The floor was moving.

She was being dragged somewhere. That was the first thing that registered.

She blinked a few times as the corridor swam into focus.

Torchlight. Grey stone she recognized. Lunaris Keep. To her relief, she’d somehow made it home.

"She’s awake," one of the guards muttered.

The dragging didn’t stop. It sped up, boots echoing like soldiers who hated this shit and wanted it done yesterday.

"Harrold." Her voice came out hoarse. She sounded worse than she felt which was saying something.

Harrold didn’t look at her. His grip shifted a fraction. His thumb moved against her arm in a gesture so small it could have been accidental. It wasn’t. She knew his hands. That was a warning. Keep quiet.

Her stomach dropped, the situation fully sinking in. She was being goddamn dragged by Harrold and Mattius. Two guards that she knew well.

She tried to move her legs.

The dragging stopped for a split second to let her stand.

But her legs gave out before she could take a step. She coughed, full-body, the cuffs around her wrists rattling.

That’s when she noticed the silver searing into her skin. Her body was so cold and numb she hadn’t felt it initially.

The guards continued dragging her.

They pulled her through the open throne room doors and dropped her in the center. She fell forward, landing hard on the cold stone. Her hands were cuffed in front of her so the silver immediately burned against her wrists and stomach where her weight pressed.

A voice came from somewhere above her. It sounded muffled, like she was underwater.

"Pathetic."

The guards that had just dropped her pulled her back up by the arms, onto her knees. She coughed, her body shaking so violently that her shoulders jerked between breaths.

In front of her was the Lunaris throne, but her father was not in it.

Cassian was.

On her left, two guards held the man from the river on his knees, his head lolling forward. Dark bruises covered his chest and face. His breathing was shallow and erratic, the failing rhythm of a body on its last reserves. Silver chains bound his wrists.

She knew his name was Kael. The man who had saved her life in the river even though he had every reason not to. And now he was unconscious, being treated worse than a criminal. He didn’t deserve this. Whatever was coming, this man had earned the opposite of it.

Cassian got off his throne, hands behind his back.

"Seven hundred and fifty million, Guinevere. A fleet, an alliance, and the entire fucking survival of Lunaris was sitting on the back of one marriage."

His voice dropped.

"We are on the brink of war. Father had to leave for Velkaris due to an emergency. He should have been back this morning. He wasn’t. And tonight, instead of our father walking through the gates, my patrol drags YOU out of the lake."

He took a step closer, eyes blazing.

"So here is what I think happened. You deserted your post and fled your marriage. As a direct result, our father is either captured or forced to clean up the disaster you left behind. That makes you a deserter and a traitor."

"I don’t—"

"Seven hundred and fifty million," he cut her off. "A fleet and alliance are now gone because you are a fucking disloyal COWARD."

"Cassian, I don’t remember a marriage."

He stared at her for three full seconds.

His jaw worked.

"And not only that, you SEDUCED Nicholas Shadowfell just like your whore of a mother taught you to. You have dishonored and embarrassed our family name."

"What are you—"

He backhanded her before she could flinch, the impact sending her head sideways.

It was hard, even for his standards. The involuntary sound she made was somewhere between a gasp and a sob.

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