Wolf Princess Sold to the Dragon King novel Chapter 238

Chapter 238: I Dare You To Look Back

She felt his eyes on her still: unblinking, uninvited, and operating on pure ’I dare you to look back’ energy.

Heat climbed her neck and settled in her cheeks and she was furious about it because blushing in a council chamber full of Alphas was the political equivalent of bleeding in shark water.

She was sitting in a chair she wasn’t invited to, bleeding from a throat a king had cut, blushing from a gaze a different king wouldn’t stop aiming at her. Peak performance.

She glanced up.

He was looking away.

But his entire goddamn pack was staring at her.

Twelve wolves were fixed on her with faces ranging from stunned to fascinated to the forced blankness of men actively fighting the urge to lean forward.

Reed was the worst offender by a landslide. His eyes had staged a coup against his face, leaving him looking like a Gamma who’d just watched his king propose to a woman he’d never seen before. Damon Tavian didn’t try. He was leaned all the way forward, staring with the pure, unfiltered curiosity of a Beta who’d just found the most interesting thing in years and fully planned to keep watching.

Suddenly, all twelve looked away at once. Not casual. Twelve heads simultaneously snapped in different directions like someone had flipped a switch inside their heads.

Damon was studying his own knees with the commitment of a man who had been told to stop and was deeply unhappy about it.

She turned her focus away from them.

The cloth on her neck was turning red. Her face was turning redder. And somewhere in the back of her skull, her wolf was still spinning, still searching, still reaching towards a north it couldn’t name.

In the span of two minutes, the chamber rearranged itself from high-tension standoff to polite summit like the previous atmosphere had been a clerical error. Forty-nine Alphas dropped into their chairs while their men obediently climbed into the stands.

The table was round and very large.

Shadowfell stood.

"Before we begin," he said, voice carrying, "does any Alpha wish to invoke the Challenger’s Right?"

The question hung in the air. Forty-nine seated Alphas. One empty chair with Stonehowl’s pack emblem on it like a middle finger.

Guinevere kept her face neutral and waited for the axe she was fairly certain was coming.

"No challenge," Alpha Darwin Blackmoor said. "But I am genuinely curious to see how the princess handles the next part. Considering only Alphas can do it. And she is, well." He gestured vaguely in her direction. "A woman."

Laughter rolled through the chamber. Warm, easy.

"What gave it away?" another Alpha commented, voice flat.

Guinevere blinked. She had exactly zero clue what the fuck came next. She mentally ransacked every book she’d ever read about continental summits and came up empty. To her knowledge, there wasn’t much literature on continental summits, and her father had never once given Cassian the unofficial playbook.

"Darwin." Benjamin Blackmoor’s voice came from the opposite end of the chamber with the practiced exhaustion of a man who had been correcting his brother’s opinions since the womb. "Maybe save the commentary until after she fails."

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