Wolf Princess Sold to the Dragon King novel Chapter 48

Chapter 48: Big-Dicking In Another King’s War Room

Nicholas had been feeling her die for thirty hours.

The pain was brutal, but the worst of it wasn’t the pain. It was her fear and adrenaline flooding into his chest without context like a fist closing around his lungs at random intervals.

Her anguish was his anguish, and he was powerless to help her. If she were his actual mate, he would have been able to do something. But instead, he was sailing across an ocean to try to rescue a woman he’d only met once. He knew in his bones this was the right thing to do, and he had already decided there was no length he wouldn’t go for her.

So when he stated that she was in pain to the dragon king, and Maddox didn’t even blink, Nicholas knew he was being lied to.

"Her agony reached me across an ocean," Nicholas continued. "So excruciating it forced me out of my shift."

Across the table, Maddox held his expression perfectly still, leaning back in his chair, and took a slow sip of whiskey, as if Nicholas had spoken about the weather.

It was a performance, a convincing one. Because behind it, Maddox Drakencrest was unraveling.

He had thought Nicholas was mistaken about having a fated matebond with Guinevere. It was just a negotiating tool deployed by a king who wanted leverage, or an honest miscalculation of proximity and adrenaline in a crowded throne room.

But the man sitting across from him had felt her merge with flame. That meant it was real.

His dragon rumbled low in his chest. Deep. Territorial.

Ours. Mate. Break it with the wolf.

Maddox silently agreed with every word. But he gave Nicholas no reaction.

"She merged with my flame," Maddox said. "It’s one of the most painful things a mate can undergo. I was in battle when it happened. Had I known she was going to attempt it, I would have put a stop to it." He paused, choosing his words carefully. "It will take a few days for the pain to fully dissipate."

Nicholas took a sip of his whiskey. He held the glass at his lips for a half-second longer than necessary, studying Maddox over the rim with a quiet patience.

He set the glass down.

Maddox held Nicholas’s gaze. Every muscle in his body was engaged in the act of holding still, because the information Nicholas had just delivered was a blade, and the blade was pointed at him, and the accusation beneath it was clear.

Nicholas thought it was Maddox.

The realization landed, and with it came a fury so cold it bypassed heat entirely. The wolf king across the table had sailed thousands of miles because he believed Guinevere’s husband was hurting her. He had walked into a room full of dragons because he thought the man who bought her at auction was the man breaking her bones.

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