Wolf Princess Sold to the Dragon King novel Chapter 248

Chapter 248: Door Kid Will Need Therapy

⚠️ WARNING: Greyish dark smut incoming. Some of you will find it hot. Others will need therapy. If you are not a Nicholas fan, skip this Chapter before he fucks the plot into a wall.

Gavyn’s blade hovered halfway out. A classic rookie-Beta move of believing halfway was somehow less aggressive, when in reality it was the same fucking thing because the entire room could see so he might as well just pull it to mitigate risk.

Reed: The Beta pulled his blade another inch. Did you see it?

Damon: I saw it.

Reed: One more bedroom offer and that blade is fully out.

Nicholas’s wolf was howling louder than it had ever howled in his entire life and the woman standing ten feet away could hear absolutely none of it. His eyes flashed molten for a full second and his hands curled into fists so tight the knuckles went white.

She didn’t remember him.

Something had been done to her. Something was sitting between them like a wall his wolf couldn’t punch through. Every signal he sent came back dead. Every reach came back empty. He was screaming into a void that used to have her in it and the void was sending back "you seem like a fantastic Alpha" like a goddamn automated response.

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DOMINO 51: ROOKIES VERSUS VETS

GREYHALL CROSSING - 9:05 PM

He moved.

There was no warning. There was no transition between standing still and crossing the room. One second Nicholas Shadowfell was by the door and the next second he was in front of her, his hand on the back of her neck, his mouth on her throat.

He bit down.

Venom flooded through the mark on contact. Hot. Deep. The kind of bite that bypassed skin and went straight into the bloodstream with a specificity that belonged to bonded wolves and nobody else.

Guinevere gasped. Her entire body locked rigid, her back arching, her hands flying to his chest. The pleasure that venom gives started to flow through the static and Nicholas was not going to let up until it was fully clear again.

The room detonated.

The speed difference between the two groups was the kind of thing that made you wince. Six blades came out. Twelve blades came out faster. One group was showing off a learned skill. The other was just reacting like they’d done this a hundred times before.

The gap between the rookies and vets was not a gap. It was a goddamn canyon that the vets were finding mildly entertaining.

Gavyn was the fastest of the Lunaris wolves. His blade arced towards Nicholas’s neck ready to guillotine an Alpha King in the same way a kitten tries to murder a tiger. Damon stopped it mid-swing one-handed and waited.

Gavyn pushed harder. Damon’s expression shifted from bored to mildly curious. The power gap between the two Betas was so wide you could park a dragon in it and Damon would have room to yawn, which he did.

Door kid pointed his directly at Reed. Reed looked at the blade. Looked at the kid. Looked at the blade again. Then pushed it aside with one finger and held eye contact the entire time. One finger. A goddamn pinky. The Gamma of Shadowfell had disarmed a man with the same finger most people use to scratch their ear.

One of Nicholas’s men caught a Lunaris wolf’s blade between two fucking fingers with one hand when it was mid-swing, redirected it into the wall, and said "no" like he was correcting a toddler reaching for a hot stove.

Then Guinevere’s skin and hair lit gold. Nicholas lit gold in answer.

No one moved.

Three seconds went by.

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