Wolf Princess Sold to the Dragon King novel Chapter 240

Chapter 240: Reject Me To My Face

Face calm. Breathing steady. Internally on fire.

Waiting was the only play left. It wasn’t over until it was over. How long they all had to sit there staring at a dark map like idiots was anyone’s guess.

Darwin slow-clapped. Once. Twice.

"There we have it," he announced, gesturing at the dark map like a teacher presenting a failed experiment. "Shame. I was almost rooting for her. Should someone escort her out or is she going to sit there until the map feels sorry for her?"

Then.

Lunaris ignited.

Pure white with gold at the edges to outline it. Brighter than anyone’s on the map.

It detonated from the Lunaris territory like a sunrise compressed into a single second, flooding the carved borders with a radiance so bright that every face at the table was washed in it.

Guinevere blinked at it for a second, not believing it herself.

Thank fuck.

Darwin Blackmoor’s snigger died so hard it left a body. The man had been mid-gloat. Across the table, Benjamin looked like he was having the best goddamn night of his life.

Lunaris kept getting brighter until it was almost too bright to look at.

Silence.

Every face in the room, including Shadowfell’s, went completely blank-stunned at the map. Even the ones who’d put money on her. To be fair, Guinevere was using every available muscle to not look equally stunned.

WHOOSH.

Stonehowl’s territory flared white with gold outlining the border, matching Lunaris.

Guinevere’s eyes widened. She’d been aiming for any reaction from the map, not a full takeover of Stonehowl. When she looked at the table, the collective expression had already jumped from stunned to complete what-the-fuck.

A Beta in the crowd laughed and clapped his hands once, entertained as hell.

Another territory flared white, matching Lunaris with a gold outline. That Alpha hadn’t even gone yet. He stared at her across the table like she’d just declared war, murdered his firstborn, and bitch-slapped his dick for good measure.

The next territories caught in rapid fire.

Boom. Boom. Boom.

A chain reaction of territories ignited white with gold borders. Packs that had already been glowing were consumed and changed into hers.

Alphas shoved back from the table hard enough to scrape chairs across stone. One man launched to his feet so fast his ceremonial dagger hit the floor and he didn’t even fucking notice.

It kept spreading. Relentless. Indiscriminate. Every territory it touched surrendered its color without resistance, as if the map itself had decided the borders were irrelevant and the only thing that mattered was the source.

Both Blackmoor territories lit at the exact same second. Both twins said "Goddamnit" in perfect unison. Neither of them noticed the other had spoken, which was the most revealing part of the whole fucking display.

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