Wolf Princess Sold to the Dragon King novel Chapter 327

Chapter 327: And You’re In Chains

Every God on the celestial couch leaned forward because the chained one had just asked the most volatile room in Nyros if they were fine with being ruled, and everyone upstairs expected all the Alphas to start yelling at the same time.

Instead they got one voice who handled it from a seated position.

"There’s nothing to argue, Stonehowl," Alpha Grimscar said. "Shadowfell and Lunaris make the majority of Nyros. He is running our defense out of his own pocket. He built the coalition. He designed the intelligence network. He just handled your mess in real-time without raising his voice or killing a single person, which is more than your father ever managed."

He looked at Tharos with the flat, unimpressed gaze of a man who had been underestimated his entire career and had used every second of that invisibility to pay attention.

"You would know all of this if you had come to this summit to actually be a king. But you came to avenge your father and you betrayed wolf-kind doing it. So no. There’s nothing to argue. The chair fits. The man earned it. And you’re the reason the rest of us are sure."

The words landed on the chamber like a verdict delivered by the one juror nobody expected to speak.

"Fine. You want to play nice? Play nice. But I just handed you traitors on a goddamn platter," Stonehowl snapped. "Where’s the blood, Shadowfell? Where’s the rage? My father would have executed three of them before lunch."

"Your father is dead. And you’re in chains. I’d say his approach had some limitations."

The chamber did something worse. It shut the fuck up. Every Alpha at that table processed the fact that the scariest man in the room was the one who hadn’t raised his voice once tonight, and not one of them had the balls to point it out.

Tharos opened his mouth again but the doors closed on him before the sentence got out, which was the architectural equivalent of the universe hitting mute on a man who should have been muted six conversations ago.

For two full seconds, nobody breathed.

Then every head in the chamber rotated to Nicholas Shadowfell the way sunflowers rotate to the sun.

"Every Alpha named by Stonehowl has two options. Option one: you submit to a full investigation. Your keeps are swept and your officers are interviewed. If you are cleared, you retain your seat and your territory and your name is never mentioned in connection with this again."

Nicholas paused, letting the words settle.

"Or option two: you refuse the investigation. Your territory loses access to wards, the portal anchors we discussed today, and the coalition defense network. You defend your borders alone against the Dark Fae without the support of this council, without the shared intelligence, and without reinforcements."

Reed: So basically he’s saying cooperate and keep your seat. Refuse and lose everything.

Damon: Pretty much.

Reed: I taught him that.

Damon: You did not teach him that.

Reed: I taught him the pause. The pause is mine.

Veilcross was on his feet before the sentence finished. "I accept. Immediately. Send whoever you want. Search whatever you want. I have NOTHING to hide and I am INSULTED that this—"

"Done," Nicholas said. "Ashwick?"

Ashwick swallowed. The man’s eyes were moving between his own hands and the table and back to his hands with the speed of someone running calculations that all ended in the same number.

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