Wolf Princess Sold to the Dragon King novel Chapter 278

Chapter 278: Ball-Busting Butterfly Effect

Two of her mates were chest-to-chest while Luminari soldiers filed into the chamber. One mate was unconscious with a bite wound and a toxicology report that was going to start a war. And the fourth mate had just dismissed his men to get some rest and was already planning his next three moves to get his woman.

Little did he know, the dead Beta in the closet was just the appetizer for the shit about to go down in Greyhall Crossing.

The chain was moving fast and this next one was less a domino and more a ball-busting, bench-believing, bed-bouncing batshit bonfire.

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"Nobody touches her here. Make the portal," Tharos Stonehowl ordered.

Guinevere looked at the door so hard it screamed ’I’m going this way’ in subtitles.

Tharos moved to block it.

She eyed the balcony, shifting her weight with the subtlety of a neon come-get-me sign.

He adjusted.

She went for the door. The original direction she looked at first. The one he’d left wide open because she sold the feint like a fucking professional fugitive who believed in herself.

On her way, she shoulder-checked the larger Dark Fae into a wall so hard a painting fell on his head. He sprang back up grinning, like the universe had just given him a gift.

"SHE WRESTLES. THE VESSEL WRESTLES."

Tharos course-corrected at full Alpha speed. Just as she reached the door handle, his palm sealed over her mouth and he yanked her back, cuffing her before the escape plan could finish loading its first frame.

Click. Silver met skin.

He switched from hand to gag with zero lag and the practiced ease of a professional ball-gagger, cinching it tight enough to hold and loose enough she wouldn’t asphyxiate on principle.

"Portal. Don’t make me repeat myself," Tharos ordered the Dark Fae.

The big one locked up mid-lunge like a good boy. The smaller one kept going because the only thing stronger than his brain was his dick-demon instincts, and he was already airborne like a possessed cumrocket.

Guinevere’s boot slammed into that one’s face so hard his clutch-brothers felt it in Eldoria.

"BAD VESSEL! THAT IS IMPURE! BAD!"

Tharos immediately body-checked her onto the bed. She hit the mattress on her stabbed side and the pain that exploded through her made her eyes water.

"SHE SITS. SHE STANDS. SHE BOUNCES. EVERY POSITION IS ACCEPTABLE FOR THE SEEDING—"

"FERTILE VESSEL ON THE BED. BROTHERS, THE BED IS READY FOR SEEDING—"

"Criminey. Make. The. Portal."

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DOMINO 62: MAYBE HE’S BORN WITH IT

GREYHALL CROSSING — GUINEVERE’S CHAMBERS — 5:30 AM

Guinevere was already trying to crawl away from Tharos when he grabbed one of her ankles and yanked her towards him at the foot of the bed.

Fatal error.

Her free leg mule-kicked his balls so hard they briefly left the solar system and the Gods hit the DELETE-TESTICLES button. He folded in on himself in a black hole of pain.

Why is this a domino? Because if Guinevere Lunaris hadn’t done this, everything after wouldn’t have happened.

"His territory marking will never be the same," the smaller demon observed. "He already had a weak stream."

Guinevere scrambled off the bed away from Tharos, accidentally knocking Cassian’s armor over in the process.

The larger one beat her to the door. Fuck. His arms shot out to snatch her. Too slow. She had already pivoted in the opposite direction so he hugged himself like a rejected teddy bear instead.

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