Wolf Princess Sold to the Dragon King novel Chapter 97

Chapter 97: The Draconic Shut-The-Fuck-Up Register

There are evenings that change a kingdom. If you had asked anyone at the Unity Gala halfway through the night, they would have told you this was one of them. Dragon fated mates were beyond rare, and they were witnessing history.

By morning, that would be the least eventful part of the evening.

One act of treason. One kill. A nursery rhyme from a dead man’s throat. And two brothers claiming the same woman.

Maddox watched Guinevere’s breathing pick up.

He thought about the glow from her earlier in the night. Before they danced, he saw it. How many times had his flame reached for her without him knowing? How many times had she felt it pull and said nothing this entire week?

She told no one because who would she tell? Him. She could have told him. He was right here. He had been right here for five days asking her to have a drink with him and she had been declining while quietly absorbing his flame in corridors.

He didn’t know whether to be furious or impressed. Both. Furious and impressed. His default setting this evening.

Her eyes left his and found Kael’s across the room. Something passed between them. Fast. Silent. The kind of exchange that required history Maddox wasn’t part of.

Maddox hated it immediately.

His mate. Looking at his brother. For help. For comfort. In a crisis. While holding his flame. In his ballroom. The pettiness that erupted was volcanic.

No. Absolutely not.

That would be corrected tonight.

Then other whispers erupted. The ones that snagged his attention belonged to his elders.

"I told the High General to send her back today," Varro hissed.

Send her back. His elder had just said send her back. About his mate. His mate who was standing in the center of his ballroom holding his flame.

"We all told the High General," Drystan whispered. "He assured us she would not make contact with him."

Heat flooded his chest and kept climbing. Up his throat. Behind his eyes. Into his hands. Contact. They’d been managing her contact with him. Managing her the way you manage a risk. She wasn’t a risk. She was his. The distinction was about to become everyone’s problem.

The growl that came out wasn’t for the room. It was for the men who thought they had the right.

"Cat’s out of the bag now. Get Jaxon. Separate her from him until we get it contained. Now."

"Take a step closer to her and I will kill you," Maddox said in the Draconic register aimed at the elders, but for the entire hall to hear. He didn’t look at them when he said it. All of them froze. Good. Frozen elders were quiet elders.

Her green eyes left Kael and returned to Maddox where they belonged. He hadn’t looked away. Wasn’t going to.

Her throat worked once. Hard. She looked shaken. The woman who had thrown champagne in a lord’s face, screamed twice at a gala, and kneed a man in the groin was now afraid. Outstanding. He’d just scared his own mate with a kill threat she had no context for. Add it to the list. He’d fix that later. No one was touching her tonight outside of himself.

Ryker’s eyes were closed, and he was letting out a long breath. Maddox let him. He trusted this man with his life. There was a reason. But when Ryker opened them, the look Maddox gave him said clearly: there better be a good one.

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