Wolf Princess Sold to the Dragon King novel Chapter 252

Chapter 252: Rookie Mistake From The Greatest Alpha Alive

Four mates. One was restructuring a continent. One was fresh off saving a Beta, a woman, and their unborn child. One was mobilizing a team so he could get his wolf princess. And one was thirty seconds from a balcony that would turn the entire fucking board upside down.

Guinevere was safe in bed, door guarded, eight guards plus three of her men were making sure of that. She’d still be there when he finished. He was sure of that. He was wrong. And the universe had already moved on without him.

A rookie mistake so basic Kael Ashenvale and Maddox Drakencrest would’ve facepalmed themselves into next week over it.

But council first. War first. Continent first.

"Here’s the ugly truth: when one pack gets hammered, the rest of us feel it in the supply chain. Every new breach in Nyros makes the next one cheaper and bloodier. We’re all sitting here, so we already agree. I’m proposing one table runs the show. A war council. Every pack feeds the machine. Intel gets shared. No pack fights alone and dies stupid."

Nicholas delivered it from his chair like the chair was a throne. He hadn’t noticed that yet, but the room had.

"Beautiful pitch. Who’s the king at the top of this pyramid?" Darwin Blackmoor asked, voice dry.

"Whoever the vote picks. I’m not crowning myself, Blackmoor. This table is for that."

"How generous of you to leave that open."

Benjamin Blackmoor didn’t even look up. "You’ve been shitting on ideas all night. Produce one or sit the fuck down before I help you."

"I have concerns about handing continental military authority to one Alpha. Any Alpha. It’s also conveniently located in Shadowfell territory," Darwin replied.

"Conveniently surrounded by three-foot stone walls, a kill-box perimeter, and the only defensible position on this continent that doesn’t fold when something bigger than a border dispute shows up. Name a better one, Darwin. I’ll carry the fucking table there personally," Nicholas answered.

No tighter location existed, and if anyone opened their mouth to argue they were a special kind of stupid.

Reed: Annnd cue every Alpha mindlinking their Beta just to be sure.

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Damon: Watch this.

Like clockwork, every pair of Beta eyes looked at Damon. Damon gave a single nod. The majority gave a nod back. The Beta communication network at its finest.

Reed: The chain of command is a circle tonight and the circle is stupid.

Damon: If you can get the Gammas to do that, I’ll tell Nicholas he seems like a fantastic Alpha to this council.

Reed: If the Gammas did that with me I would ask Nicholas to put me down like a horse with a broken leg

"The council of five," Grimscar said. "Elected?"

"Yes. By this table."

Grimscar nodded slowly. The man had been running numbers since the tar briefing and every calculation was pointing in the same direction. "I’ll back it."

"Seconded," Ashfang said.

"Seconded again," Redmoon added.

"Hold your hands. Nobody’s voting on a goddamn thing yet," Ironmaw growled.

Nicholas Shadowfell spent the next hour getting forty-seven Alphas to take turns talking. Continental relay network with Shadowfell wolves holding the spine. Hand over intelligence within twelve hours or lose access to the whole system.

Reed: Is it wrong that I’m aroused by this?

Damon: Yes.

Every proposal caught heat. But resource pooling was the kill shot. When the large packs refused to bankroll the smaller ones, Nicholas offered to supply every small pack on the continent himself at zero cost.

Thirty smaller-territory Alphas snapped to attention like someone had just handed them free ammo, a loaded seat at the big table, and the name of every Alpha who’d ever sneered at them.

Reed: Betas are already running the math. Sixty-five percent of the continent just became Shadowfell real estate in everything but name.

Damon: Correct.

Every Beta of a large pack glanced at Damon with the same silent question: is he serious, can he actually do that? Damon’s expression said yes, and stop asking stupid questions.

The Betas all looked at him like: Fuck, now I have to tell my Alpha that.

The large-pack Alphas scowled in unison.

Nicholas: That was faster than expected.

Damon: The Betas were ready for that one.

Nicholas took a sip of his water.

Reed: The puppies are watching this like it’s a masterclass.

Damon: It is a masterclass.

Reed: Door kid’s mouth has been hanging open and Beta boy hasn’t blinked in three minutes.

DOMINO 52: THE BLANKET IS ALSO MISSING

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