Wolf Princess Sold to the Dragon King novel Chapter 346

Chapter 346: Dungeon Dating Pools & Dirty Secrets

The standoff lasted three seconds. Three seconds where Blair Drakencrest and Sterling Emberfell locked eyes across a door handle and neither of them blinked and the dungeon corridor was so quiet you could hear Griffin’s hands sweating.

Damon cleared his throat.

Both heads turned.

This was not Damon’s kingdom. He was a guest. A Beta from Shadowfell standing in a Drakencrest dungeon at three in the morning because a princess had pulled him into an alcove and he had followed her here on instinct and judgment and something else he was choosing to examine later.

But Nicholas’s name had been thrown around in that corridor conversation. Whatever Marek Navarre was doing inside this Keep, it involved Shadowfell’s Alpha, and that made it Damon’s jurisdiction whether the dragons liked it or not.

"Why don’t I talk to him?" Damon said slowly. The pacing was deliberate. He was threading a needle between two people who each believed they were in charge and he was about to offer a third option that made both of them wrong. "Nicholas’s name was mentioned in that conversation. That makes this a Shadowfell matter as much as a Drakencrest one. He doesn’t know my face. He doesn’t know my voice. And I will have my Master Mage monitor from outside in case things go sideways."

He looked at Brennan.

"My Master Mage knows him, actually."

"He does?" Blair asked.

"He does?" Sterling asked.

"He DOES?" Griffin asked, hands finally lowering because the surprise of Brennan Pike having a social connection to a Solandris Master Mage was large enough to override the surrender.

Brennan gave a silent nod. The nod of a man who had been waiting for someone to ask and was going to deliver the answer with the emotional range of a brick wall.

"My ex is his ex."

The dungeon corridor went so quiet you could hear torches deciding whether to keep burning.

"Marek Navarre is double your age," Blair said. "What do you mean, your ex is his ex?"

"We ran in the same circles," Brennan said flatly.

"What circles?" Sterling asked with the genuine confusion of a man whose social life consisted of duty rosters and Sterling did not understand how a former convict and a Solandris Master Mage could possibly share a romantic Venn diagram.

"Small circles," Brennan clarified, which clarified nothing.

Damon blinked. The concept of Brennan Pike scoring a woman who was also involved with a mage double his age was so ridiculous it circled back to probable. Brennan’s entire life was a series of events that should not have worked but did, and his romantic history apparently followed the same structural engineering.

"Really?" All four of them said it at the same time. The synchronization was so complete it should have come with choreography.

Brennan’s face gave them nothing. He had said what he said. The circles were what they were. Further questions could apply in writing.

"Is this going to be a problem?" Damon asked.

"Why would it be a problem?"

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