Wolf Princess Sold to the Dragon King novel Chapter 365

Chapter 365: Two Mates In Time-Out

Once upon a time there were two idiots sent away into a hall, and both were coping like professionals, which is to say, not at all.

Nicholas Shadowfell had left because his mate had asked him to, and he was now regretting it, fighting his wolf and all of his instincts. He wanted his mate. He wanted to leave this goddamn Keep. And he especially wanted to deck a dragon named Maddox across the face.

So he turned on his heel and made his way back to the Dragon King’s chambers. The guards knew him by now. Nobody stopped him or thought twice.

When he rounded the corner, he saw the other dragon he was pissed at.

Kael Ashenvale was sitting on the floor with his back against the stone wall. Legs stretched out across the corridor. Eyes closed. Arms crossed over his chest. The posture of a man who had been sitting there since he stormed out and hadn’t moved a single inch because moving required a destination and he didn’t have one.

Nicholas stopped.

Kael opened one eye. "You look like shit."

"You’re on the floor."

"Observant. That’s why you’re a king, Shadowfell."

Nicholas stared at him. Kael stared back with the one open eye. Two men who should have been enemies finding each other in a hallway at the worst possible hour, united by the singular experience of being kicked out of the same room by the same woman.

"Move," Nicholas said.

"Can’t. My legs have unionized. They’re demanding better working conditions and a shorter commute."

"I’m going in there."

"The hell you are." Kael’s second eye opened. "She told us both to leave. So sit your royal ass on this floor and suffer like a goddamn adult."

"I’m done sitting. I’m done waiting. I’m done standing in hallways while my mate is behind a door with a man who just—"

"He hit her. His fist was aimed at YOUR jaw and she walked into it. I was there."

The words landed on Nicholas like a wrecking ball swung at point-blank range. Every muscle in his body locked simultaneously. His wolf didn’t surge. It erupted, slamming against his ribs with the singular, blinding fury of an animal that had just been told the one thing that would permanently remove the leash.

He moved toward the door.

Kael was off the floor so fast the transition from sitting to standing didn’t have a middle. His hand hit Nicholas’s chest and his boots slid three inches across the stone because stopping a wolf king at full speed was not as easy as Kael thought it would be.

"Get your hand off my chest, Ashenvale."

"Get your emotions off my hallway."

"It’s not your hallway."

"I was here first. Squatter’s rights. Emotional jurisdiction. Pick one."

"MOVE, Ashenvale. I won’t ask twice."

"She asked us to leave," Kael gritted. "Both of us. She looked at you and said please and you walked out because she asked. If you go in there right now, you undo every second of trust she just gave you."

"He HIT her."

"No shit. We just stated that."

Nicholas’s chest was heaving. His wolf was making a sound behind his ribs that didn’t belong in a hallway.

The admission sat between them.

Kael slid down the opposite wall and resumed his original position. Legs stretched. Arms crossed. Two men. Same corridor. Same woman. Same bruise they had both felt through connections that couldn’t be turned off. 𝘧𝓇𝑒𝑒𝑤ℯ𝑏𝓃𝘰𝑣ℯ𝘭.𝘤ℴ𝘮

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