Wolf Princess Sold to the Dragon King novel Chapter 228

Chapter 228: This Clusterfuck Had Layers

Maddox Drakencrest had seen a lot of shit in his life.

Nothing, not a single goddamn thing, had prepared him for the absolute clusterfuck unfolding now.

Five mental images were about to be burned into his retinas for eternity.

DOMINO 24: WHAT THE FLYING FUCK IS WRONG WITH THESE PEOPLE

LUNARIS KEEP - PRINCESS’S TOWER - 7:38 PM

The doors flew inwards with a BANG because Maddox kicked the door instead of using the handle.

His eyes found Kael first on the bed, not moving, then his jaw dropped.

Mental Image 1: Dead Man, Bleeding Man, Kneeling Man

Three men. One on the floor. One kneeling. One standing.

First, an old man was lying flat on the ground, staring blankly at the ceiling, completely still.

Second, Renwick Lunaris was on one knee with two fingers pressed to the old man’s neck, presumably searching for a pulse.

Third, Cassian stood, holding a blade at Renwick’s throat with one hand, and pressing his other hand to his ribs.

That was the first thing Maddox saw.

It lasted half of a second.

Mental Image 2: The Reverse Uno

Renwick was vertical in a blur holding an already bloody blade at Cassian’s throat.

Maddox blinked a few times. Unexpected.

Father versus son.

Cassian’s eyes were wet, but his expression was calm, like a man with nothing left to lose and had accepted he was going to die either way.

"You should have killed me, Renwick. That’s your own rule. But you couldn’t."

"I don’t kill investments, Cassian. Even bad ones. I liquidate them. The dragons have come to collect."

Renwick’s blade bit deeper causing a bead of blood to run down Cassian’s collar.

None of them acknowledged the six-foot-five Dragon King who had kicked in the door.

That was freeze-frame number two.

Maddox had been ready to torch both of their asses. Now he couldn’t look away.

Apparently that was the warmup. Enter player four.

Mental Image 3: Surprise, Bitch

"Let him go."

A woman came out of the closet with a blade in hand.

Maddox’s soul temporarily left his body. An armed woman had been inside that goddamn closet this entire time like a psycho jack-in-the-box.

What the hell was this shit?

Crown. Red hair. Young. Renwick’s wife. The Luna Queen.

She stepped forward with the blade out like she meant business.

Which throat did she press it against?

Cassian’s right?

Wrong.

Maddox’s face did the visual equivalent of a man stepping on a rake.

Maria pressed the edge against the back of her husband’s neck.

This Luna looked like she’d been through the shredder of life and was done with the entire fucking game.

Renwick didn’t spare her a glance or flinch in the slightest.

"Predictable."

One second of the current shitshow image. Then someone poured gasoline on it.

Mental Image 4: The Lazarus Of Lunaris

Mental Image 5: Veni, Vidi, For Fuck’s Sake

His first thought was, Fuck, the dragon king’s brother is dead.

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