Wolf Princess Sold to the Dragon King novel Chapter 279

Chapter 279: The Man Behind The King

Tharos Stonehowl had the edge in every category.

Silver cuffs. Stab wound. Three against one.

This was supposed to be a slam dunk on an empty court. A blowout before tipoff. A first-round knockout. Instead it went into overtime, extra innings, and a penalty shootout.

The DELETE-TESTICLES button changed the game to two against one. Add Cassian’s underwear in the mix and shit got interesting.

A mule-kick is what got her to the door. The door got her into the hallway. And the hallway got her to Nicholas.

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DOMINO 63: NOT JUST A KING. HER MATE.

Everything in her, wolf and woman, pointed at him and fired. She sprinted for Nicholas Shadowfell the way a compass needle finds north.

Her wrists were burning, her side was screaming, and none of it mattered because Nicholas Shadowfell was thirty feet away and closing the distance at Alpha speed.

Warmth flooded her chest at the halfway mark like she was coming home. Ten steps from reaching it, Tharos yanked her back into the cold.

"Got you, you slippery little shitstain," he rasped as he locked her from behind with his blade at her neck.

"Get your fucking hands off of her," Nicholas roared.

"Take another step, Shadowfell, and she’s dead."

"She’s your only leverage, Tharos. You aren’t going to hurt her."

"Doesn’t matter. You aren’t going to risk her and we both know it, so back the fuck up."

Nicholas stopped, his wolf growling under his ribs. "I want you to understand something. Not as a king. As the man whose mate you just put in silver. There is nowhere. No kingdom, no continent, no hole in the ground deep enough. I will find you. And what I do when I find you will make men afraid to say your name."

His eyes dropped to Guinevere’s for a fraction of a second. Immediately her wolf surged, reaching for him on pure instinct before recoiling from the silver hard enough to make her wince.

Pain followed in multiple waves as it thrashed inside her ribs like a caged animal slamming itself against electrified walls and couldn’t stop. Each recoil was weaker than the last, costing more than the one before.

Her eyes welled as her knees hit the stone. She had never felt silver to that degree before. All her wolf did was surge, not shift. But that particular response matched an attempted shift in silver.

"Did you really just try shifting in silver? You idiot girl," Tharos snapped, yanking her up by her hair.

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