Wolf Princess Sold to the Dragon King novel Chapter 260

Chapter 260: Goddamnit Stop Fucking Glowing

There’s a spectrum of bad ways to wake up. Confused is bad. Lost is worse. Waking up naked with some random already on top of you is the championship belt. Guinevere was about to sweep the category.

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DOMINO 55: NAKED STRANGER BINGO

SOLVEIL CITADEL - ROYAL CHAMBERS 3:47 AM

The first thing that registered was the pulsing warmth deep inside her, doing something she didn’t understand but definitely felt.

Next came the all-over tingle, similar to what she experienced with Kael, but the scent was not Kael’s, and that’s what made the alarm bells in her head turn into a full fucking air-raid.

Consciousness hit like ice water. Her eyes snapped open. Strange ceiling. The entire room was lit gold and white. A glowing, completely nude man was on top of her, face buried in her hair, full weight pinning her into a mattress she had never seen before in her life.

The scream made it to her throat. Her hand caught it and pressed so hard against her mouth she could feel her pulse in her palm.

WHUMP.

Every light in the room died. Her skin. His skin. The stone. The air itself. One second the room was gold. The next it was pitch-black.

She didn’t move for ten seconds. Ten full seconds of lying beneath a stranger, shaking, counting his breaths, calculating if she could get out from under him without waking him.

Her breathing went shallow and fast. Too fast. The dark room was spinning. She needed him off her. She needed him off her right now.

She slid out from under him the way a hostage slides out of a sleeping captor’s grip: slow, shaking, one inch at a time, every muscle screaming to bolt but her brain saying don’t wake him, don’t wake him, you don’t know what he’ll do.

Finally, her feet hit cold stone. The nude glowing man was still out cold, now face-down in the exact pillow she’d escaped. She couldn’t see his face but she wasn’t sure if she wanted to.

How did she end up here? She was at Greyhall Crossing. What the hell happened? Why was she naked with him?

For a moment, she couldn’t move, too overwhelmed to focus. The naked part is what she kept coming back to.

Hot tears welled in her eyes and fell down her face.

Crying wasn’t going to get her out of this situation so she forced herself to breathe and scanned the room. Her clothes were folded neatly on the chaise and her boots were there as well.

That was one positive. It could be worse and she was a tough bitch. This was nothing.

That’s what she repeated to herself as she dressed silently.

Clothes couldn’t solve this but they helped her feel less exposed.

She moved to the door and listened. Voices. Low. Professional. At least two. Most likely his men or guards.

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