Wolf Princess Sold to the Dragon King

What the actual fuck. Every charming thing she thought about that dragon? Done. She was pissed off.

”I can hear you glaring at my back. Impressive range on that,” Kael called over his shoulder.

Watching everything while being completely immobilized is the kind of situation that makes sane people start yelling at their own limbs.

Guinevere Lunaris was right there.

She was frozen behind the stone rafter, her muscles stuck in a rigid, uncomfortable pose that she could not override, while he positioned himself between incoming Dark Fae. All she could do was watch his back while he fought.

”Brothers, pin the vessel down. Spread her. Let the eldest have first—”

”Nope.” Kael’s blade went through its throat. ”Nope to all of that.”

”She will scream our names as we plant the dark seed in her—”

”She doesn’t know your names. Neither do I. Let’s keep it that way.” Swing. Drop. Done.

He glanced back at her and winked. She wanted to scream. ”How’s the rafter, honey? Comfortable? Good.”

The wink was still burning in her retinas when the next one arrived with opinions.

”Her milk will nourish the new generals. Her breasts will—”

”You are absolutely disgusting.” Swipe. Kael cut it in half. ”Next.”

It continued.

He showed off.

Jump roundhouse kick. Absolutely unnecessary. There was one Dark Fae. One.

”The good news is you’re safe. The bad news is you’re stuck watching me be incredible and can’t even clap,” he said lightly.

Two more dropped. He spun his blade once before killing them. Also unnecessary.

She was mid-fantasy about strangling him when the chanting resumed.

”The vessel’s cervix holds the gateway to—”

”STOP. Stop. Stop talking. Stop existing.” He swung. Two heads. ”How do you know that word?”

He went from removing heads to checking on her with zero transition and zero shame.

”Okay, okay,” he conceded. ”I’m sorry I used the Draconic Register on you. I promise, next time I immobilize you it’ll be under hotter circumstances.”

He stole another glance at her. She glared. He saw the glare. He grinned. She glared harder. The feedback loop was infuriating.

”If it helps, you look gorgeous when you’re furious. Just an observation.”

She did not dignify that with a response. Could she have responded? Unclear. Did she? Absolutely not.

”Think of it as a front-row seat. Best view in the Keep. You’re welcome,” he added.

The dragon kept running his mouth. She wondered if this was how he handled the killing, smartass commentary as a form of emotional regulation. If so, the psychology checked out.

It was entertaining. She would take that to the grave, but she could give credit where credit was due privately.

She was busy hating him when the next wave reminded her there were worse things on this wall than a cocky dragon with a wink problem.

”I will mount the vessel on the altar and pump until the prophecy—”

”You will not.” Two strokes. ”You will absolutely not.” A third for good measure. ”I cannot stress this enough.”

At some point, the quips stopped. She didn’t notice when. One minute Kael was flirting between kills. The next, he was just killing. The silence was worse.

Dawn bled grey across the horizon and brought no relief with it. Just light enough to see how badly they were losing.

Kael was the only thing holding the line together. His blade cut through Dark Fae like a man who had been killing all night and stopped keeping track of the body count hours ago. He was slower than when he’d parked her here, but still efficient enough to be deeply unfair.

”HOLD THE LINE. ROTATE WOUNDED TO THE REAR. FRESH BLADES FORWARD,” he commanded.

Kael’s commands grew further and further away, but she could still see him and hear him from her position.

Gavyn Holt’s name was shouted three times in the last hour. He was apparently holding the eastern wall with fighters and Kael was coaching them through it while he took down a wall of them by himself.

Kael was commanding a wolf army without a mindlink. That was unheard of. Even rogue clans had a shared mindlink.

Three more portals ripped open above the Keep. One of them was the largest yet. Wonderful.

”VESSEL. VESSEL. VESSEL.”

She rolled her eyes. Here we go. She hated those motherfuckers so much.

Kael cut through two that breached the inner courtyard. His blade caught a third across the throat. A fourth was already behind him.

Then she felt it.

Pain detonated in her left side and gold danced in her vision. She gasped, hands flying to her ribs, able to move them for the first time.

She looked at Kael.

A blade was in him.

Below the ribs. Left side. The exact location where her own body was screaming. She watched his legs buckle.

The Dark Fae leaned close with its mandible clicking, whispering something she couldn’t hear from this distance.

Kael drove his sword through its jaw, shutting it up. He staggered, then fell on his hands and knees.

”No.”

Her arms were free but her legs were still locked. She pushed against the invisible hold.

”No, no, no.”

He collapsed as blood pooled at his side. She couldn’t tell if he was breathing.

Two Dark Fae were approaching him like predators who could smell dying prey.

”NO! MOVE,” she commanded her own body. ”MOVE.”

Nothing. The command he’d given her refused to break. Her body was a cage, and the key was in the possession of a man who was busy turning the courtyard stones red fifty feet down.

She was going to watch him die.

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ROGUE TERRITORY - WESTERN NYROS

Landon’s vision went pure white.

A second reality overlaid the rogue camp in real time. A Keep was under siege with warriors fighting Dark Fae.

Pain sliced through his chest so hard, it took him down.

Then he felt her through his light. Finally.

The connection slammed back into his chest like a fist through a door. Her fear. Her heartbeat. Something was hurting her light, and her light was calling to his for help.

Landon didn’t hesitate. He shoved his light into her at full strength and was able to recognize the signature. Dark Fae magic.

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LUNARIS KEEP - BEHIND THE RAFTER

Warmth flooded her chest without warning.

It was the same sensation she had when Mr. Sun tried to light fuck her. She was desperate. The man who had saved her life and also saved her pack was dying and she was trapped.

The warmth moved through her body like a river.

The thing that felt like an Alpha command shattered. She felt it snap behind her sternum, then she was running towards Kael at full speed.

Two Dark Fae were towering above him. One was reaching for his throat.

Guinevere dove on top of him, knocking both Dark Fae back.