Wolf Princess Sold to the Dragon King novel Chapter 310

Chapter 310: Daddy Hates Her Second Date

’For your protection’ was doing more heavy lifting than every goddamn wolf in Greyhall combined. Nicholas had just invented an entire legal jurisdiction with his dick and his diplomacy.

Reed glanced over and watched her shoulders visibly drop two inches with the gratitude of a fugitive who had just been offered a life raft.

"That’s very kind of you, Nicholas."

Without breaking stride, Nicholas kissed her hand. "Of course."

Reed looked at Nicholas. The discipline required to keep a straight face was costing him years off his life. Nicholas looked back at Reed almost daring his Gamma to say one goddamn word.

"Council has agreed to meet again at dawn," Reed said, as they continued moving. "Most of the other Alphas are resting. Damon is meeting with Drakencrest’s crew as we speak. They are in our pack’s meeting room."

Nicholas’s jaw worked once at this information. Guinevere didn’t know why outside of the fact that she had committed an act of treason on them and now she was going to have to face them, apologize for it, and hope they didn’t burn her or Lunaris to the ground.

They rounded the corner and found three wolves standing in front of a purple rift in the wall with their weapons drawn and the expressions of men who had been doing this for hours and had stopped being impressed by it.

Guinevere’s hand still flew to her mouth. Reed had warned them that portals were open but it was still a surprise.

The portal was loud. The guards were louder.

"I had seventeen. You had fifteen. I’m winning."

"Yours was a double. Two came through at once. That counts as one engagement, not two."

"That is absolutely not how kills work."

"That is exactly how kills work. Ask Reed."

Reed had been dragged into a kill-count arbitration between two men who had been stabbing demons for hours and were now treating it like a goddamn fantasy league with swords. He did not have time for this shit.

And yet.

Before Reed could settle this once and for all, more chanting erupted from the portal.

All three guards raised their weapons in unison.

"Vessel! The prophecy—"

THWACK.

"Fifteen."

"Too bad."

They straightened, just now noticing their dead king was next to the Gamma. Their faces cycled through dead, alive, standing, and apparently fine about all of it in under two seconds.

"Alpha!"

Then their eyes landed on Guinevere before another stumbled through the portal mid-chant.

It got exactly three words into "VESSEL ON HER—" before three blades ended the sentence, the chant, and the chanter simultaneously.

She almost clapped. The instinct was there, full and genuine. They were so in sync and didn’t even look when they did it together. But Nicholas was holding her hand hostage.

All three guards stared straight ahead like men who had absolutely not been practicing that move for the last four hours hoping someone important would eventually walk by.

The next few corridors were quiet. The kind of quiet that should have been comforting but felt like the universe reloading.

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