Wolf Princess Sold to the Dragon King novel Chapter 57

Chapter 57: Fifty Feet From A Sex Cult

"Would you prefer I’d negotiated? Maybe offered it a scholarship?" Kael rolled his good shoulder once. "Juvenile scouts are faster than adults, which is why they use them. That boy was thirty seconds away from handing them a map, menu, and seating chart."

The strike team behind him processed the sarcasm at different speeds. Sterling was the fastest. Griffin was still on "negotiated."

Kael sheathed his blade and started walking.

Maddox stood, Guinevere in his arms. Her eyes were closed again, the water and the exhaustion pulling her back under. She had not seen the fae boy, and Maddox was grateful for it.

They made it ten minutes before Kael raised his fist. The column stopped.

There was a large clearing where runes covered the ground in concentric circles, pulsing with a faint violet light.

Without touching Guinevere, Kael’s hand pressed flat against Maddox’s chest, pushing him back into the treeline. The gesture was familiar and commanding in equal measure, the motion of an older brother who had done this before and expected compliance.

Maddox opened his mouth but Kael cut him off at the knees.

"Don’t move. Whatever happens in that clearing, you watch and you learn and you stay hidden, or we all die. Every single one of us."

Kael had seen this ritual once before. Once. Keyword. That was enough.

A portal formed in the center, and dark fae poured through in formation, arranging themselves around the outer ring of runes in rows, wings folded.

More figures were pulled through it, stumbling, bound. Regular fae. More rare than dark fae. All were completely bare. They assembled in a circle, faces down, rears raised with him at the center.

The figure who stepped through last was taller than any fae in the clearing. Once he cleared the threshold, his wings spread at full extension, wide enough to shadow the entire circle.

Nyxar. The Eclipse King.

Every fae in the clearing pressed their foreheads to the stone.

Nyxar walked to the center of the rune circle. The fae in the outer ring began to chant. Their voices braided with his, dozens of harmonics layering into a sound that vibrated the ground.

Maddox’s jaw tightened, and he met Ryker’s eyes. There was nothing they could do here.

Summary: we are outmanned, outmagicked, and watching a sex ritual performed by a king who wants to breed our unconscious "concubine."

Ryker: Well that’s... all of him.

Maddox: Focus, Ryker.

Ryker: I’m focused. It’s in the vault forever now.

Sterling: Stop looking.

Ryker: I can’t. It’s like a carriage wreck.

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