Wolf Princess Sold to the Dragon King novel Chapter 253

Chapter 253: Stolen From An Alpha’s Den

The session ended the way every session ends when one bastard walks away with the whole fucking pie and forty-seven other men are busy acting like they still have dicks and didn’t just get bent over.

Handshakes that were pure bullshit. Nods that meant ’I hope you choke.’ Alphas that were mindlinking their Betas the only real post-game plan: we just got played like whores and now we’re going to throw darts and shit-talk Shadowfell for the next solid hour.

The rookie Beta dipped out of the chamber before Nicholas pulled his token, which meant he had received a mindlink. Damon watched him move and was already mindlinking Guinevere’s security.

At that moment, Nicholas pulled the Shadowfell token from the map and the territory dimmed. Then the matebond went dead.

The sensation was so sudden and so total that his hand froze around the token mid-lift.

Every nerve went off like fireworks from hell. His lungs locked. His teeth clenched so hard his jaw popped. The absence wasn’t gradual, wasn’t a dimming. It was amputation. One heartbeat she existed inside him, and the next there was a wound where she’d been, raw and screaming and so goddamn wrong that his body rejected the reality of it the way a host rejects a poisoned organ.

His wolf lunged so hard against his ribs that his vision whited out for a full second. Then he was through the council chamber doors and mindlinking his men. He hit the east wing stairwell at a pace that was three seconds from a full shift. His boots echoed off the stone walls like gunshots.

His pulse was a war drum. Every second without her was a second too long, and his brain had already started the clock.

Damon matched him stride for stride and had the good sense to say absolutely nothing because the expression on Nicholas’s face was communicating everything at a volume that made words redundant.

Second floor. Third floor. Legs eating the stairs three at a time. Inside his head his wolf was howling like a goddamn air-raid siren, drowning every useful thought under the pure animal conviction that shit had just gone extremely, irrevocably wrong.

He rounded the fourth-floor landing and heard voices above him.

Her Beta was already on the sixth floor grilling three very confused Lunaris wolves with questions that were getting progressively more fucked with every reply.

"When was the last time any of you opened this door?"

"I checked twenty minutes ago, Beta. She was in there," the youngest one said.

"Have you heard anything from inside the room?"

The three exchanged a look. "Yes. I heard her balcony doors hitting the wall. That’s when I opened the door and saw she was gone."

Gavyn was already moving in the room.

"Did any of the Shadowfell guards check?" he called to the three Lunaris warriors.

"They did a perimeter walk ten minutes ago. Corridor only. They confirmed the door was untouched and left."

Reed: Full sweep of the floor is done. She is not in any room on this level. None of our men have seen her leave.

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