Wolf Princess Sold to the Dragon King novel Chapter 233

Chapter 233: Playground Rules, Alpha Edition

Both ends of the domino chain were freefalling like drunks at last call.

One had just clotheslined a body mid-plummet while the other end was accelerating like a bowling ball with anger issues and attached to a woman with, apparently, zero survival instincts.

Telling an Alpha King he isn’t one in front of every other Alpha in Nyros with your back turned, sits right on the line between legendary and dumb.

That line was still hanging in the air like smoke from a cannon.

Half the chamber was stuck on mental replay number three, while the other half had finally processed the words and were waiting for someone to yell ’gotcha.’

DOMINO 34: THE TEMP HAS BALLS

GREYHALL CROSSING - COUNCIL CHAMBER - 8:02 PM

The silence around Tharos was the full-service kind that buries a man standing up.

"Respect," he repeated slowly. "She wants MY respect. The daughter of the man who shook my father’s hand and stabbed him in the back wants ME to earn HER respect. That’s incredible. You’re not at my level, girl. You’re not even in my fucking building. You want to lecture ME about earning? I’ve bled for my people. Come back when you’ve done it once."

Behind her, Gavyn turned and faced Tharos head on. "With respect, Alpha Stonehowl, every warrior in Lunaris kneels for her because she has earned it. The Princess bled defending Lunaris Keep against Dark Fae last night and ran eight hundred miles today to be here."

Soft, shocked muttering exploded in every direction, the collective sound of brains short-circuiting.

"Bullshit," Tharos fired back. "No female can do that physically. But magically she can. Her. That woman who weighs as much as my armor. You’re full of shit and so is she."

A collective laugh moved through the chamber.

Guinevere didn’t even blink. She started walking again, unbothered. This wasn’t her first public roasting, and she wasn’t about to start being afraid of laughter now. Credit where it was due—the delivery had been excellent.

But whether they believed her or not was not in her control. That was up to them. This was not her circus. These fucks were not her monkeys. And she couldn’t give a rat’s ass either way what they thought.

DOMINO 35: SHADOWFELL WOULD HAVE WHAT NOW

GREYHALL CROSSING - COUNCIL CHAMBER - 8:03 PM

Alpha Grimscar’s voice cut through the chuckles.

"I saw her, Tharos. A few miles out. The full eight-hundred, I’m not sure about. But I can tell you she was running in formation with her men at least for a few miles at speed. Renwick should have included that in her auction. I guarantee Shadowfell would have put up a bigger fight for her."

Silence crashed over the room.

Guinevere’s lungs quit on the spot. Shadowfell. The man Cassian accused her of seducing. According to her brother, Shadowfell’s official take was that she was a ’disgusting, vile woman who couldn’t keep her legs shut,’ among many other poetic expressions of pure disdain.

Truth level: unknown. But the auction detail swung things in Cassian’s direction. Because as far as she knew up until right then, she knew the name Shadowfell, but that was it. She had never met him and her father had never mentioned him. But if he had invited Shadowfell to a supposed auction for her, then that changed the whole fucking equation.

"You saw her, Grimscar," Tharos repeated flatly. "You recognized her wolf out of all the wolves here and knew it was her."

Grimscar let out a laugh that broke the tension. "Oh yes. She was pretty damn hard to miss."

More laughter broke out. Two varieties.

DOMINO 36: THE TEMP GETS HAZED

DOMINO 37: SLOW ROASTED AT THE PLAYGROUND

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