Wolf Princess Sold to the Dragon King novel Chapter 166

Chapter 166: This Was Disgusting To Write. Burn This

Kael snored once, loud. Blair went rigid. She glanced up in time to see Guinevere’s hand come out of the blanket and cover Kael’s mouth.

The snoring died instantly. Guinevere gave his face a little "there, there" pat and moved her hand back to where it was.

Blair blinked. That bitch was definitely still asleep.

Then she looked down at the note she was holding.

Dear Blair, I am s—

The rest of it was scratched out. The line through it was so aggressive it had torn the paper. A crumpled one sat beside it that he’d clearly balled with both hands. She smoothed the mess open.

Blair. I am a dick. A giant one who is—

It stopped.

She flipped it over. Nothing.

"Who is what?" she muttered. "The options are ENDLESS, Kael, and you chose NONE of them."

A third wad waited. With zero mercy, she flattened it.

This was disgusting to write. Burn this.

Right then. She made her decision and would be reading every last one.

Blair, I am man enough to admit it when I am—

She let out a long sigh. "When you are what? Able to finish a sentence? Because the evidence suggests otherwise."

The next one opened strong. "I, Kael Ashenvale, do hereby offer my sincerest..." She tilted it and squinted. No luck. A wine stain had turned the rest of it into abstract art. It could’ve been "apologies," "regrets," or "fuck this shit."

Next. By now she had a system: read then judge.

Sorry. — K. Underneath it, he added: I mean it. Fuck.

Different ink. Different hour. Different blood-alcohol level, she suspected. He’d come back to the desk, looked at the two-word apology, and decided it needed a footnote and a swear word.

Blair. This gift is for you. I’m sorry I’ve been a terrible brother.

She had already decided she would be opening that box long ago. But this confirmed it. Not opening it would be rude.

As your elder brother I offer my— Screw this—

"As your elder brother I offer my WHAT, Kael. We’ll never know because you wrote screw this."

I’m not good at this shit. But I apologize.

"Finally. Understatement of the century," she agreed.

To Blair. From Kael.

"No apology attempted there. Innovative approach."

Dear Blair, This is painful to write and I hate it. Screw it. I’m fucking sorry.

She looked at Gerald.

"Not a word about this circus."

Gerald, being a professional, said nothing.

Her eyes drifted to Kael next. Still asleep.

False alarm.

She let out a breath that lasted four full seconds and carried the emotional weight of approximately everything she’d felt in the last five minutes.

"That was close," she told the rug.

That’s when a rumbling noise came from Maddox’s chest, loud enough to rattle the nightstand. It was definitely his dragon, but it didn’t sound like growling.

It sounded like... No.

Was Maddox’s dragon purring?

Yes. That’s what it was. His dragon was fucking purring.

Kael’s dragon started purring too, louder than Maddox’s, like they were having a contest.

Blair’s hand flew to her mouth as she stared in disbelief.

She couldn’t look away.

Two full-grown dragons were purring in perfect, obnoxious harmony that kept getting louder. But the unconscious cuddle orgy continued like it was completely normal. How the hell they all stayed asleep was beyond her.

Still purring, Kael’s hand found the edge of the blanket Blair had just tucked around Guinevere. He pulled it towards himself, as if he wasn’t already under his goddamn covers.

From behind Guinevere, Maddox pulled it back. The tug-of-war lasted four seconds, conducted entirely in sleep, before the blanket ripped down the middle.

"Oh for fuck’s sake," Blair snapped.

Too loud.

Kael’s eyes flew open.