Wolf Princess Sold to the Dragon King novel Chapter 244

Chapter 244: Mate Does Not Want Us

The room clapped once. The map lit twice. Then the whole thing went to shit faster than a sandcastle in a hurricane.

"White wolves were put down for a reason," one of Stonehowl’s emotional support pack Alphas said. "The last one destabilized three territories before they killed it. This girl shows up with the same wolf, no Alpha escort, breaks a ritual that has functioned correctly for centuries, and we’re supposed to just ACCEPT that?"

"Let the girl speak," Redmoon said, though the patience in his voice was thinning faster than hair on a stressed man.

It was pointless. They wouldn’t let her speak.

"Is she even authorized to hold that seat?" An Alpha from the far end leaned around three bodies to make eye contact. "The rite answered her blood. Fine. The LAW still requires the acting Alpha’s explicit blessing. Does she have it? In writing? Because I haven’t seen documentation."

"Documentation," Redmoon repeated. "You want paperwork for her showing up. Renwick would not have her show up here if she did not have his blessing."

"I want PROOF that Renwick Lunaris sanctioned his daughter to sit at this table. A token alone is insufficient under Article Nine. She needs a sealed writ of delegation from the reigning Alpha. Can she produce that?"

She could not produce that and every wolf in this room with half a brain cell knew it.

"Come off it," Redmoon said. "No one in this room could produce that. The table lit for her. Let her stay."

"Her wolf is an abomination," the unnamed Alpha continued, louder now, feeding off the momentum. "The map reacted to corrupted blood. The ritual was designed for Alpha bloodlines. She carries a mutation. A defect that Renwick bred into his line through that dead wife of his and hid from every pack on this continent for two decades."

Guinevere’s hand flew to her mouth. Her mother being brought into this was the line.

She looked at Nicholas.

He was staring at the table. Jaw locked. Hands flat on the wood. His eyes were fixed on the grain of the surface with the intense focus of a man who was either restraining himself or dissociating, and she couldn’t tell which.

He wouldn’t look at her.

The man who had called her his mate in front of every Alpha on this continent, who had partial-shifted to protect her, who had put Tharos on his ass with a frequency that dropped wolves to their knees, was sitting six feet away staring at a table and refusing to meet her eyes.

She waited three seconds. Then five.

He didn’t look up. That was the part that broke something. He wouldn’t look at her and her wolf started whimpering and the combination of those two things did more damage than Tharos’s blade ever could.

Something shifted inside her chest.

Her wolf spoke.

We leave here. Mate does not want us.

Oh. Now he’s our mate, Guinevere thought back to it.

That was the wrong thing to say to it. Her wolf cried. Full-on wolf crying. Something she had never heard a wolf do and it was absolutely breaking her heart. Guinevere swallowed the lump in her throat that had no business being in this council chamber.

I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to upset you. I’m feeling overwhelmed and he looks overwhelmed too.

Her wolf did not respond.

The yelling continued.

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