Wolf Princess Sold to the Dragon King novel Chapter 350

Chapter 350: Shower With A Side Of Dragon

If you’ve never been hunted by a possessive dragon while naked and soapy, congratulations. Your life has been blessedly boring.

Guinevere Lunaris stood under a rainfall shower.

The hot water was her therapist, her priest, and her parole officer rolled into one. It didn’t judge. It didn’t ask questions. It just provided heat and pressure and the illusion that standing under water long enough could wash off all her problems.

Steam curled around her in thick clouds. The eucalyptus soap was doing something unholy to her sinuses and she was furious about how much she liked it. The water pressure was perfect. The temperature was perfect. Everything in this goddamn bathing chamber was perfect.

She didn’t say anything to anyone about this, but she found Maddox’s chambers unsettling at first because his room was almost identical to the chambers she found herself inside of after one of her white light travel flashes. The room she thought was the brown room for a split second but it was navy and white. The room she had managed to stab herself in. The room where she saw a jester in the mirror behind her for a split second and thought she was losing her mind.

She tipped her head back and let the water flatten her white hair against her scalp, working her fingers through the length of it. It had seen more action this week than most hair sees in a lifetime.

She squeezed her eyes shut and let the water hit her face. Focus. Breathe. Stop thinking about three heartbeats against your body. Stop thinking about the way Maddox said your name like he was tasting it. Stop thinking about Kael’s hands. Stop thinking about the fact Nicholas had come like he said he would and must have fallen asleep, waiting for her to wake up.

The shower was supposed to be a reset. A hard reboot. Ten minutes of hot water and eucalyptus and absolutely zero men and then she would emerge a functional human being capable of rational decisions.

That plan lasted four minutes. At minute five, a dragon would be interrupting it. She did not know this yet. She had about thirty seconds left. The universe does that sometimes. Lets you think the shower is going well right up until a naked apex predator opens the door.

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Maddox woke up to an empty room and his dragon went from asleep to homicidal in under a second.

The blanket was new. He didn’t remember having one. His eyes swept the chairs. Kael, unconscious, clutching a throw pillow. Nicholas, out cold, also blanketed, also tucked in.

Three apex predators. Three blankets. Three tucks. She had covered all of them while they slept with the quiet efficiency of a woman who had fought demons, outrun kings, and fallen through the sky, and still made time to tuck grown men into chairs like toddlers after nap time.

Maddox stood. The blanket fell. He locked onto the only thing that mattered, her scent trail, and followed it through his own chambers the way a bloodhound tracks a fugitive except the fugitive was using his soap and the bloodhound was aroused and the crime scene was a bathing chamber.

The shower was on.

Relief hit first. She was here. She hadn’t flashed. She hadn’t vanished into another kingdom.

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