Wolf Princess Sold to the Dragon King novel Chapter 273

Chapter 273: Two Perfectly Reasonable Dragons Behaving Normally

There was a reason people called him the goddamn Dragon King. Jaxon looked up from his anchor just in time to be reminded of why.

The seamless handoff of an unconscious woman on the back of a flying death lizard to the arms of a man in do-not-fuck-with-me mode was not normal, even by dragon standards.

Jaxon’s sleep-deprived and sober brain also finally caught up to the fact that Guinevere was in Maddox’s arms. She was the shooting star he may or may not have just made a wish on like a child who still believed in shit.

Maddox stood in the clearing with his wife locked against him and took one second to look down. After days of pure, unfiltered hell, he finally fucking had her.

A sound came from his chest that if anyone asked, he would blame on the wind. It lived somewhere between a sigh and a sob, and it escaped before he could kill it.

His lips pressed against her hair and stayed there. He breathed her in with the deep, greedy desperation of an imperfect man trying to be enough, trying to be worthy of her, but instead had failed her and spent days drowning in it before this moment let him break the surface.

"I’ve got you, baby. I’ll get this fixed."

He was glowing gold with her. The forest around them had taken on the warm amber hue of two people radiating enough light to qualify as a campfire.

But he still couldn’t feel her fully.

His fangs ached. The urge to mark her was building with the slow, relentless pressure of a tide that had been held back too long and was done negotiating with the dam.

His dragon was pacing behind his ribs with the single-minded patience of a predator that had found what it wanted and was calculating the exact right moment to take it.

He was going to lose that fight. He knew it. The clock was ticking. Every second her skin was against his and the matebond was feeding him just enough to make the absence of the rest unbearable.

Not yet. She was injured and unconscious. The king and husband could hold the line a little longer.

His back found a tree and he settled against it with her across his lap, adjusting her weight so the pressure was on his chest and off whatever was bleeding beneath her shirt. He wasn’t going to let her go for anything.

Jaxon knelt beside them, palms hovering over her body with his blue magic humming. He was a mage who trusted data over intuition, though at the moment both of those things were screaming the same thing.

"I have no idea what the light is doing inside her," Jaxon admitted after a good minute, the words costing him visibly. "But I can tell you this for certain, there is dark magic threaded through her that is actively causing damage. It is feeding on her energy and growing."

"Recommendation."

"We get her to a Luminari healer in Lunaris," Jaxon replied.

"Done. Let’s move out."

"Yes, right away, Commander."

Jaxon stood, preparing to create a portal using one of the anchors he had set up in Lunaris.

It was at this precise moment that Guinevere’s eyes snapped open.

She gasped, every muscle in her body locking rigid against Maddox, then immediately tried to push off of him in pure reflex.

Maddox didn’t let go. In fact, his grip tightened, which was not alarming at all for her.

His arms stayed exactly where they were and his grip stayed exactly as tight. He let her push against him until she burned herself out, because the only other option was letting go and his entire nervous system had already vetoed that shit.

"Do you know who I am?" His voice came out wrecked.

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