Bankrupting the Alpha: Crowned by the Dragon King
Sol’s hand found mine, and his touch was grounding, but even his golden heat couldn’t fully chase away the pit in my stomach.
Then Linus looked at us—really looked at Sol and me, his eyes sweeping over the crowns, the tattoos, the starlight-silk and dragon scales. And then he laughed.
Not a casual chuckle. Not a controlled, reassuring laugh. It was raw, loud, unstoppable. He doubled over, clutching his stomach as the sound rolled through the cabin like a storm of disbelief.
Marcus froze mid-bounce, eyes narrowing. “Linus… what the hell is so funny?”