Wolf Princess Sold to the Dragon King novel Chapter 193

Chapter 193: Dragon Boyfriend Alpha Speedrun

Kael Ashenvale had given this kingdom military strategy, three dead guards, a regime change, and fucked up the face of their pee-pee prince. Now he was about to give it his blood. The universe owed him a tab.

She was dying slowly. Kael could feel it. The flame he’d pushed into her was barely holding. He could also feel another tension coming from her that was not flame. It was definitely the Luminari light. The ring on his finger was growing hotter by the second.

"Blood loss is a problem," the healer said without looking up from her. "Her body can’t replace it fast enough on its own, and the hypothermia slowed her production to a crawl. If we don’t get blood into her soon, her organs will start making decisions about which ones get to keep working."

"I’m a match. Take mine," Kael said with zero hesitation.

He had two units of blood to his name and a woman who needed most of them. The math was bad. The alternative was worse. He rolled up his sleeve.

The healer’s skepticism was visible.

"Do you people not do blood transfers?" Kael asked. "Or do we just slap some leaves on her and call it a day?"

"We do."

"Then you have a goddamn match for her. I’ve given her blood before."

He hadn’t.

The healer didn’t question Kael further and got to work immediately. Kael’s blood was red with a shimmering gold thread that made the healer pause and mutter, "Well that’s new."

His vision dimmed as the vial filled slowly, but he didn’t say a word.

The healer set up an I.V. for her in silence. Kael waited, watching the color come back into her face.

For a few minutes it was working. Then the healer frowned.

"It helped. You are a match. She’s stabilizing, but my instincts say she needs wolf blood too. It’s not enough."

Kael dragged a hand down his face. He knew a bloodbag in a dungeon, but he was planning on killing that fuck tonight.

"Is the crybaby prince a match for her?" He already knew he was going to hate the goddamn answer.

The healer paused, choosing his words carefully. "Yes, a sibling would be the most ideal. But he’s currently in silver, and it will take a few hours for the silver to leave his bloodstream. If his face is infected, that would also compromise his blood."

A sibling. The ideal blood match for the woman who’d been beaten half to death was the man who’d beaten her. Kael wanted to set something on fire. Specifically, a prince.

"Are there any other matches?"

"Not as ideal. His Alpha blood is the best for healing."

Kael looked at the healer. The healer looked at Kael.

The healer looked like a man being voluntold for a mission he hadn’t signed up for, didn’t want, and couldn’t refuse because the alternative was a dragon.

Tyler walked in without knocking, which was either confidence or a death wish.

Immediately Kael pulled the blanket over Guinevere’s body before his second boot crossed the threshold. The motion was fast, instinctive, and communicated a very specific boundary.

Tyler’s eyes flicked to the blanket. Then to Kael. Then back to the blanket. He understood the message. The message was: I will burn you alive if you look at her body. Tyler did not look at her body.

"Report," Kael ordered.

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