Wolf Princess Sold to the Dragon King novel Chapter 364

Chapter 364: Two Wrongs And A Blood Oath

Us. She said ’what did it cost us’ and Maddox’s chest did something that required medical attention.

"There’s a clause about future children. Your father wants any firstborn son with a wolf shift to train in Lunaris for certain periods. If there’s no wolf shift, the second born."

Her face did something complicated. The numbness fractured by one degree and what came through the crack was anger, quick, hot, and pointed in a direction that had nothing to do with Maddox.

"He’s already bartering children that don’t exist."

"He is. Which is why I put a loophole in it." 𝘧𝑟𝑒𝑒𝘸𝘦𝘣𝑛𝑜𝘷𝑒𝓁.𝘤𝘰𝓂

Her eyes moved to his. Sharp. Present. The woman behind the glass was pressing her hand against it.

"The clause is contingent on your approval. Your father agreed to it because the wording says ’the mother’s explicit consent is required for any training arrangement outside of Drakencrest.’ He read it as a formality. I wrote it as a kill switch. You say no, the clause dies. He can’t override it. He can’t renegotiate it. The mother’s word is final and the mother is you."

She stared at him.

"I also left the definition of ’training period’ intentionally vague," he continued. "The contract says ’mutually agreed upon duration.’ It doesn’t set a minimum. You could send a child for a week and satisfy the letter of the agreement. Your father will be furious about that when he realizes it, which is why I wrote it at night when his whiskey was doing more work than his eyes."

Something moved across her face that wasn’t numbness and wasn’t grief. It was the slow, dawning recognition of a woman who had just learned that the man holding her had walked into her father’s study, the most dangerous political operator on two continents, and had outmaneuvered him on her behalf while she was unconscious.

"You tricked my father."

"I negotiated with your father. The tricks were complimentary."

"Draven would have caught that for him," she said.

Her mouth twitched. The bruised side protested and she winced, but the twitch had been there, the ghost of something that wanted to be a smile and couldn’t quite commit because her brother was dead and her face hurt and the night had been a series of catastrophes delivered at increasing velocity.

"Is there anything else, Maddox?"

Guinevere asked if there was anything else the way a soldier asks how many more rounds are incoming. Not because she wanted more. Because she needed the full count.

Maddox looked at her. The question was genuine. She was asking if the list was complete. If there were more bodies, more deals, more revelations waiting in the queue. The question of a woman who had learned to ask because surprises in her life had never once been pleasant and she wanted the full invoice up front.

He didn’t.

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