Wolf Princess Sold to the Dragon King novel Chapter 259

Chapter 259: Cultural Sensitivity Training

Tonight’s dominoes had produced a murdered prince, a corpse in a closet, and a very public wall-fucking. These next two looked at all that, said ’hold my beer,’ and delivered profanity and nudity, in that order.

Nicholas Shadowfell captained an airtight ship. The sweep of Greyhall Crossing was meticulous as hell, floor by floor, room by room with no exceptions.

But every old castle hides corridors that official papers swear don’t exist. Connective tunnels between laundry chutes, for example. Used when the keep was constructed for hauling materials between floors and far too small for any reasonable adult to crawl through.

Obviously, his sweep included the actual laundry chutes themselves. A visual confirmation of empty occurred for every single one.

The issue?

Staring directly down one gave zero visibility to the connective tunnels. Tunnels that didn’t exist because they were not in the blueprints and could not be seen unless you laundry-chuted yourself and passed one on the way down.

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DOMINO 54: INDIGENOUS BREEDING PRACTICES, ACTUALLY

GREYHALL CROSSING - 2:00 AM

Three assholes were currently packed shoulder-to-crotch inside a laundry chute like a sardine can orgy. Tharos Stonehowl was one of those assholes and had left his dignity behind somewhere around hour three. The other two were Dark Fae who would not shut the fuck up.

"My left wing’s numb. Pull your goddamn elbow out of it before it dies for real."

"Your left wing is using my cheekbones as a fucking landing pad. Get it the hell off me."

"I would, but the Alpha wolf has sat down on it and declared eminent domain."

"Both of you shut the fuck up," Tharos hissed.

"Why are we still hiding?" the larger Dark Fae snapped.

"Because some serious shit went down. They locked the whole building."

"Is this about us?"

"No. They have zero clue we’re here. This is something else entirely. An Alpha got iced most likely."

The smaller one perked up. "What is the plan, Alpha?"

"We sit here like assholes until the sweep is done. Then we go to her chambers."

"Her chambers. The one who called you dumb?"

"She didn’t call me dumb, you absolute cock. But yes, her chambers."

"You wolves have potty mouths," the smaller one observed.

"I HAVE A DIRTY MOUTH? Have you heard the shit you winged fucks say about—"

Tharos killed the sentence mid-breath. He’d learned that a particular word was a loaded gun. Too late. Trigger already pulled.

"—VESSEL? That’s what you were going to say, Alpha? The one who will spread her legs for us. She shall bear my seed."

"I called DIBS FIRST—"

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