"Take me instead."

Three words. Guinevere Lunaris trades herself and saves 300 lives. 

Tied. Gagged. Underestimated by a mile. They chain her to a tree in the snow. Mistake. 

While running for her life, she meets a stranger in the dark and tells him to hide so he isn’t killed.

Twelve hours later, he walks into her father's hall wearing a crown. The man she just told to hide in a hole is Maddox Drakencrest, High King of Velkaris. Ruler of an entire continent.

Maddox hears his dragon say ‘mate’ right away. But her wolf is silent.

More and more Alpha Kings enter the hall. She catches the tail end of her father’s toast and chokes on her wine. 

"—leave here with a virgin bride." 

An auction for her hand turns into a full-out bidding war. Maddox wins. 750 million in gold, three dragon fleets, and an urn full of the bastard who chained her the day before.

Every force in Velkaris is betting against a wolf on a dragon throne. 

The Elders say the queen must be a dragon rider, which is impossible for a woman without dragon blood. The king's half-brother agrees with them, but his solution is a civil war and taking the crown for himself. 

If his brother’s rebellion wins, Maddox dies and she belongs to him. If the elders win, she goes back to the father who sold her.
Neither is happening. 

Her wolf calls Velkaris home. She's not giving it up.

They expect Guinevere to behave like a good little wolf princess and play along with their political games. 

She says bet.

This next domino is pure, unfiltered Guinevere Lunaris bullshit.


A daddy walked into a circus and started dickering over terms with a disgraced dynasty's last dipshit while a dragon unknowingly broadcasted a play-by-play to every damn wolf in Greyhall Crossing and dickgoblins demanded dibs in the background.


The scene arranged itself for him like a painting commissioned by the devil.


A dead king on the floor with a Gamma kneeling over him.


His daughter in dragon-iron cuffs, gagged, bleeding from her throat. Her eyes were red-rimmed and locked on the body that wasn't moving, fighting Tharos's grip with the desperation of a woman who had stopped caring about the blade at her neck because something worse was happening ten feet in front of her.


Chapter 282 - Surprise, Motherfuckers. It's Kael.