Wolf Princess Sold to the Dragon King

Zero thoughts. Full speed. Best results she’d had all morning.

Two lefts, a right, another left.

In a past life, she must have ran from a serial killer in this Keep because her muscle memory was on point.

Footsteps thundered behind her. Her heart was thudding in her ears.

She turned a corner. Dead end. Just kidding. Her legs took her through a golden archway that flashed into existence because that was her reality now.

No footsteps sounded behind her. But she didn’t slow.

Panic and adrenaline were steering the ship. Why? The All-Star lineup:

Waking up half naked in a bed with three strange men. Seven men living inside of a brown room. A rug with its head still attached. Sun Man tried to light-fuck her. Nicholas had done something to her wolf. And Grey Boner was definitely still at full attention.

The cold air hit her face when she burst out of the tunnel. She glanced around. Obsidian walls. Torches. Mountains. A tree line to her left, thick and dark and offering the one thing she needed more than answers: cover.

She hit the treeline at a dead sprint.

The air was frigid, she was half-naked, and the sun was rapidly fucking off for the night. That’s when she noticed she was glowing. Wonderful. It was contagious. Now she was a walking lantern for her abductors. Perfect.

”Guinevere!” Nicholas’s voice rang out from a distance.

She froze for a split second. Then her wolf spoke for the first time.

They are chasing. We run.

She didn’t need to be told twice. She sprinted like her life depended on it, because it very clearly did.

Her calves burned like hell. Her lungs felt ready to explode. The trees whipped by in a dizzying blur. She was moving at a speed that should’ve been impossible, like she’d stolen someone else’s legs.

A glowing dragon roared in the sky above her then dropped into the trees. Did everything on this goddamn continent glow?

Why the fuck not? At this point she wouldn’t be surprised if the trees started glowing too.

She could hear them chasing her. At least four pairs of boots, maybe more.

Grey Boner was shouting her name between labored breaths like they were old friends. They were not old friends.

Her wolf agreed.

The shift hijacked her before she realized what was happening, the beast bursting free on its own. A flash of white momentarily turned the darkening sky into blinding noon, then she was off to the races.

Two shifts sounded somewhere behind her, paws replacing boots. One of them was definitely running at Alpha speed.

She zigzagged through the trees trying to throw him off. He took five running dives at her. Five for five, she made a sharp cut and he sailed right past her.

Mr. Alpha Speed wasn’t giving up. He started trying reverse psychology, jumping the opposite way of where he thought she’d go. Unfortunately for him, she picked that exact moment to go straight. Pure coincidence that time. A very frustrated roar echoed behind her.

He finally caught her on try number seven. They rolled once down a hill. Then she popped right back up and ran like a bat out of hell.

There was a noticeable pause behind her, followed by a sound she’d never heard a wolf make before. Somewhere between a frustrated howl and an offended huff.

Before Mr. Alpha Speed could attempt try number eight, the treeline to her left exploded with movement. A new guy. Wasn’t in the brown room. A stage five glower. This one was gold.

”Gwen, I’m here now. You’re safe.”

She ran in the opposite direction like her ass was on fire and the devil himself was holding the match.

”Tried that a few times, little brother. Welcome to the hunt.”

Wonderful. Brothers. They were all goddamn related. She now had a pack of glowing, disturbingly related men on her ass. The good news? None of them could catch her. The bad news? They kept fucking trying.

Golden Boy lunged. Her wolf stopped. He ate dirt. Mr. Sun went next. Her wolf took off. He ate Golden Boy.

”Did she just fake me out?”

”She just played you like a fiddle, my friend.”

”Guinevere. Come here. Now.”

His words vibrated inside of her wolf. It felt like an Alpha command yet not. There was one tiny second of resistance before her wolf bulldozed through it. Thank fuck. She had zero interest in joining whatever chaotic cult these boys were running.

”We tag team. This lone wolf bullshit strategy is not working,” Mr. Sun announced loud enough for Guinevere to hear.

Interesting approach. Thank you Mr. Sun for the update.

SHOCKER of the century, less than two minutes later, the duo tried to sandwich her. They both dove. She stopped. They ate each other. She was already gone.

”You’ve got to be fucking kidding me!”

”Did you try a Draconic command?”

”Yes, I fucking tried a Draconic command, Landon. Did you try a little light show?”

Riveting strategy session. Their argument carried through the forest as she ran. Sadly, the Dysfunction Express ran out of steam. Mr. Sun refocused. She felt the incoming bullshit before she saw it.

A light wall bright enough to be seen from space emerged in front of her. She took one look at the giant glowing ’I have candy’ sign and immediately ran the opposite direction. What was the point of that? She genuinely wondered.

”Fuck me,” Grey Boner groaned. ”She went backwards. She literally just went backwards.”

”Regroup. Here’s our new plan,” Golden Boy said. He dropped his voice and Guinevere couldn’t hear what came after.

That was fine. She used that time to get as far away from them as possible, on her merry way through murder forest.

They would have to tire eventually, right?

Wrong. A dragon flew overhead. That glowing one again. Were all the brothers riding it? Yes. They were all proudly riding it like it was a parade float.

Boots hit the ground.

Her wolf let out a long, irritated groan. Same, girl. Same.

Mr. Sun gave away his position from the front like a glowing lighthouse. Golden Boy lit up the left side. Grey Boner Guy took the right. And Mr. Alpha Speed came barreling at her from behind.

Four directions. One very unimpressed target.

She stopped. Dropped.

They didn’t.

The four of them slammed into each other like the world’s most uncoordinated orgy. Mr. Alpha Speed pinned Mr. Sun. Golden Boy got squished under Grey Boner Guy.

”WHEN DID SHE GET THIS GODDAMN FAST?”

”Please shift back. Please. Your paw is in my mouth.”

”New plan. Regroup.”

”Whose goddamn elbow is this?”

”Mine.”

”Move it or I’m biting it off.”

She thought she had lost them finally. The forest thinned. The ground dropped. She skidded to a stop at the edge of a cliff, dirt crumbling under her paws.

Below her, a river. Ice-cold, moving fast, at least a hundred feet down.

She looked around.

Two wolves emerged from the trees. One of them was Mr. Alpha Speed, shifting back with a mouth half-formed around her name.

Her wolf jumped before he could give her an Alpha command.

The fall was a hundred feet of absolute silence. Her heart was pounding. The river hit her like a wall of cold knocking the breath from her lungs.