Wolf Princess Sold to the Dragon King novel Chapter 292

Chapter 292: Cost Him Dick, Bought Him Six

Renwick Lunaris was always the most dangerous motherfucker in the room. He was the undisputed GOAT and the goddamn godfather grandmaster of political chess with a perfect kill streak.

He had never once sat across from someone who could actually outplay his ass when the board was cleared.

Enter Damon Tavian.

The most expensive mistake in chess is confusing a piece’s rank with its reach.

DOMINO 67: CLICK. CLICK. CHECKMATE.

Renwick Lunaris grabbed Damon Tavian by the arm before the Dark Fae dust had finished settling. Damon knew this was coming.

MOVE 1: PAWN

"You’re Acting Alpha. Walk with me."

"Of course, Alpha Lunaris."

His response seemed simple on the surface. Alphas don’t refer to each other as Alphas. Betas refer to other Alphas as Alpha.

Renwick took it for what it was: a Beta who knew his place and one who understood ’Acting Alpha’ was a temporary title. Which left a power vacuum because Damon wasn’t making a grab for Shadowfell’s crown. Succession vulnerability was blood in the water and every Alpha currently in Greyhall was a shark.

In reality, that was Damon’s opening move. One that cost him dick to make and bought him the next six.

He gift-wrapped Renwick’s opening play, then slid in a confirmation-bias blind spot, cranked up a sympathy multiplier, and shifted every ounce of authority and consequence onto Renwick’s shoulders because he was the lone Alpha present. And most importantly, he just flipped the entire interaction from a negotiation into a fucking humble ask from below.

They entered a conference room. Renwick closed the door with the soft, deliberate click of a predator locking the cage.

The Alpha took the seat facing the door because Alphas always took the seat facing the door. Damon sat across from him.

To Renwick Lunaris, this was when the game started.

"Damon, I like you. I’ve always liked you. So I’m going to give you something I don’t give most people, which is guidance. What my daughter did in that hallway is not a story that serves either of us. Your king has no heir and is dead and you are surrounded by men who have been waiting for exactly this. Shadowfell without Nicholas is a territory without a wall, and every Alpha in Greyhall will be measuring the gap."

Right on schedule, Renwick’s opening move was the one Damon handed him.

MOVE 2: KNIGHT

"What your daughter did," Damon repeated as he leaned back in his chair. "Nicholas is her fated mate."

Damon knew Renwick already had this information.

MOVE 3: BISHOP

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