Wolf Princess Sold to the Dragon King novel Chapter 250

Chapter 250: Move Her Things? Not YET. (YES. Forever.)

GREYHALL CROSSING - GUINEVERE’S CHAMBERS

Nicholas’s eyes opened to the ceiling and his fated mate on top of him.

They were on the floor.

He blinked a few times as his memory came back in pieces.

He marked her. The wet heat of her mouth, the way she’d clung, the broken sound she’d made when his teeth sank in. His wolf taking control with the subtlety of a freight train and the restraint of absolutely fucking nothing.

Shit.

That was not how he wanted to do any of that.

His wolf offered zero apologies. The smug bastard had accomplished exactly what he’d set out to accomplish and would do it again given the opportunity.

His wolf was also making a noise that sounded an awful lot like purring which Nicholas was going to ignore.

He stood with her in his arms. She didn’t stir. His venom must have really knocked her out.

Everywhere their skin touched, sparks detonated. They were both glowing. But most importantly, he could feel her again. The static was gone. The wall was gone. The automated-response void that had been eating every signal he sent was gone, and in its place was her, faint but present.

The relief was so violent it almost made him sick.

He carried her to the bed and laid down with her still in his arms. For a full minute, he didn’t move. Finally he was getting to hold her. Finally he was feeling the steady thrum of a matebond that was doing what it was supposed to do.

He dragged his lips through her hair, breathing her in like a man who’d been drowning. Then he pressed his mouth to the top of her head and held it there.

"I’m so sorry, Gwen. I will fix this. I won’t let anything happen to you."

The words were quiet and absolute. None of it was her fault. This would be fixed immediately so that it never happened. He would personally make sure that her men forgot it.

His cock stirred hard against her thigh before he could stop it, and his wolf made a low, satisfied sound that vibrated through both of them. Nicholas clenched his jaw so hard his teeth ached. Even unconscious, she was wrecking him.

He ignored it. Forced himself to focus on the practical. He shifted beneath her, slow and careful, easing her weight to the side so he could sit up without waking her. Her cloak was still on.

The green Lunaris fabric was twisted around her shoulders and bunched at her back. He reached for the clasp at her throat and unhooked it.

That’s when he noticed the cut of it.

"Is this supposed to be a cape?"

She didn’t answer.

Then he noticed she was bleeding through her shirt and his vision tunneled. His hands hesitated above her tunic one second. Then his face hardened and the hesitation died. He hooked one finger under her collar and pulled it down just enough to see her back.

His wolf went very still.

Bandages.

The sight of the white gauze against her skin short-circuited every rational thought.

Nicholas: Damon.

Damon: Nick.

Nicholas: I need security in front of her door and the Lunaris wing. Four men on each. No one in or out without my direct order.

Damon: Already done, Alpha. Do you want her things moved to your chambers?

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