Wolf Princess Sold to the Dragon King novel Chapter 315

Chapter 315: Also My Mate, Maddox

There are conversations you plan, conversations you wing, and conversations that go so catastrophically sideways they qualify as natural disasters. Guinevere was about to have all three at once.

"Kael, there’s something I need to tell you."

She began to pull out of her hug. She didn’t get very far before Kael corrected that. He picked her up with one arm, walked to the armchair, and sat down with her on his lap the way a toddler reclaims a stuffed animal that was briefly confiscated.

The stuffed animal had opinions about this. The toddler did not care. The stuffed animal’s opinions could go fuck themselves six ways to Sunday, because this toddler had already moved on to nap logistics.

She opened her mouth.

Closed it.

Looked at the lap. Looked at the man attached to the lap. Looked at the door Maddox was going to walk back through in approximately thirteen minutes.

Kael pressed his lips to the top of her head. The gesture was automatic. The kind of thing a body does when the person it’s holding is shaking. The man had two modes: territorial and affectionate. He toggled between them with the subtlety of a light switch.

Her face flushed red. "This isn’t how I planned this conversation going."

She attempted to stand. Kael made a quiet sound that was not agreement and hauled her in. One arm. No discussion. He dragged her back until she was fully seated, ass in the cradle of his hips, the hard line of him flush against her. There was nowhere polite left to put her weight.

"Adapt."

He said it into her hair. Mouth at her crown. The word landed warmer than a command and less kind than comfort.

"Kael. There’s something that I need to—" She took a breath. "I don’t know the right thing to do."

She knew at least four wrong things to do. She was currently seated on one of them.

Kael’s chest tightened.

"I know."

He did not, in fact, know.

Kael was assuming she was trying to tell him about Landon. The guilt of what she did in Solveil was crushing her and she was asking him whether to confess to her husband that she had potentially killed a Luminari king.

She was not asking him that. She was asking him something significantly worse. Or better. Depending on which mate you’re asking.

Guinevere shook her head. "I don’t think we’re talking about the same thing."

"Hey." He tilted her chin up. "Look at me."

Green eyes. Wet. Red-rimmed. The eyes of a woman who was drowning in a moral dilemma and couldn’t find the surface.

"We already know all of it," he said.

Her brow creased. "All of it?"

"Yes."

"The Dragon King is aware of it too?"

"Maddox knows. I know. We discussed it. We’re handling it."

They had discussed a murder. She was confessing a marking. This conversation was two trains on parallel tracks and both conductors thought they were on the same one. And absolutely no one was hitting the brakes because that would require these dumbasses to communicate.

"Kael, this isn’t something that can be erased. I don’t know if handling it is possible."

"You don’t need to carry this. We’re covering it up. It stays between us. Nobody outside this room finds out."

Her face cycled through three expressions in rapid succession. Confusion. Relief. Then confusion again, deeper this time.

"You... already know?"

"Yes."

Not the most direct way for her to ask. Am I mated to two dragons? That was what she was really asking and they both knew it. Would Kael make this easy for her?

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