Wolf Princess Sold to the Dragon King novel Chapter 66

Chapter 66: Don’t Look At The Competent Wolf King

The moment Nicholas’s hand closed around hers, he knew Maddox hadn’t told her.

She jolted the second their skin made contact, and her shock flooded into him through their matebond. If the Keep weren’t under siege, he would have laughed.

For three seconds, neither of them moved.

Then she looked away and pulled her hand free. The separation cost something she was going to pretend she did not feel.

"We need to move." Her voice was steady. The rest of her was a catastrophe.

The second she let go, his wolf started howling in his mind, demanding he shove her against the stone, and fuck her until the only word left in her vocabulary was his name. He locked his jaw and let the king version of himself take over before he did something unforgivable.

"The Keep is under attack," he said. "Wolf mindlink is down. I sent Damon and my men to find Maddox."

She should have been frightened but she wasn’t. She didn’t even blink, which made all of Nicholas’s protective instincts fire at once.

"I won’t let anything happen to you, Guinevere. Stay behind me."

They made it forty feet before she heard crying. The sound was small. High-pitched. Coming from a storage alcove to their left, wedged between two supply shelves.

Guinevere stopped.

A boy, maybe four years old, was sitting on the stone floor with his knees pulled to his chest. His face was red and wet, his breath hitching in a broken rhythm that was past crying. He saw Guinevere and launched.

She picked him up without thinking, one arm beneath him, his face pressing into her neck with the desperate trust of a child who was finished being brave.

"Hey. I’ve got you. You’re okay." Her voice dropped into the register she used with children, warm and certain. "Can you tell me your name?"

"Torin." The boy hiccuped against her collarbone and held on tighter.

"Torin. Good. That’s a strong name." She shifted his weight to her hip. "Torin, what’s your family name?"

"Wagner."

She paused as her brain cycled through the Keep’s staff roster.

"Is your mother Sera? Works in the lower kitchens?"

He nodded against her neck.

"And your father is a warrior. Third company, eastern garrison."

Another nod. Smaller this time, because his body was starting to give up on adrenaline and lean into the safety her arms were offering.

Nicholas watched this from four feet away and something unfamiliar flooded into his chest that he didn’t have a name for.

She had been in this Keep for less than two weeks. The staff numbered in the thousands. She knew his parents by name and unit assignment. The specificity of that alone told him that she paid attention to the people everyone else looked through.

But it was more than the names. It was the second-nature way she comforted this child. That was what a true luna looked like, and exactly what he didn’t know he was looking for until now.

He kept it to himself and turned his attention back to the corridor before his face gave him away.

"Which direction, Guinevere?"

Guinevere looked left, then right. Left was a stairwell. Right eventually led to a dead end. She knew that, but her instincts said go right. They were never wrong.

"This way," she called over her shoulder.

Gold light traced the outline of a doorway at the end of the hall.

She walked towards it with Torin on her hip and the stone parted like it had been waiting for her, revealing a passage behind the dead end.

Nicholas stared at the opening. Then at her. Then at the opening.

"Does this happen often? Walls opening for you on command?" His tone was deadpan, and also, unmistakably amused.

"First time."

"Convincing."

Runes ignited as they descended, lighting the passage for thirty yards before it opened into a service hall that she had never seen. Not that anyone had ever shown her a map of the keep.

Why would a foreign princess need a map of a keep? Maddox hadn’t announced their wedding officially. Outside of the elders who were there and a handful of warriors, no one knew.

A foreign princess by day. Mistress and secret wife by night. Lower than a concubine. Mapless.

Every red flag had been there from the start. The more she thought about it, the more it weighed on her, and none of it was helpful for the current situation.

"Guinevere?" Nicholas’s voice was soft.

She turned, meeting his eyes. The expression on his face tipped her off to what he was thinking.

He was feeling the turmoil she was hiding. Because he was her fated mate and could feel her just like Maddox could.

Nicholas opened his mouth like he wanted to say something else, but didn’t.

Don’t look at the competent king. Don’t look at the competent king. Don’t think about the competent king.

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