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CHAPTER 202: RESPECT HER. LOVE HER
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2026-04-20 07:36:21
Remi WintersYes, our show is back on! Thank you for your patience, guys. Chapters might be one chapter per day or two when I have enough, but right now, I'm trying to rebuild my stockpile, so over time, we'd go back to 3 chapters per day! I appreciate you guys so much. I hope you enjoy the coming chapters!
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TRADING MY CHEATING HUSBAND FOR THE LYCAN KING CHAPTER 320: BOWING DOWN
EMBER’S POVShe takes both my hands in her small dry ink-stained ones, and grips them hard, and looks up into my face with something burning in her pale eyes that was not there a minute ago. Awe. Plain, naked awe.“The first thing,” she says quietly. “The first thing you learn in this trade is the detail. Two leaves can look exactly the same to the whole world. One of them heals you. The other stops your heart. And the only difference between them is a single vein on the underside, so small you’d never find it unless someone taught you where to look.” Her grip tightens. “To an outsider, my husband’s three cups were one and the same. Three black rims, all alike. But a true alchemist does not simply see what a thing looks like. She sees the one difference that matters. And that difference, girl, is the whole of it. It is everything. It is the entire distance between living and dying, and you walked straight to it with no one in this world to teach you the way.”She steps back. And then
TRADING MY CHEATING HUSBAND FOR THE LYCAN KING CHAPTER 319: BATSHIT CRAZY
EMBER’S POVAnd oh, the satisfaction of it nearly makes me laugh out loud right there at the counter. I keep my face stupid, thumb resting on that one sticky rim, but inside I am grinning like a fool.Because they’d been so good. So patient, so smug, so certain. And they’d handed themselves to me with the thing they were proudest of.The paint was the proof. But the paint only told me what the old man’s face had been screaming at me the whole time, if I’d only thought to ask the right question.Which was: why on earth is he afraid?A man who’s run this exact con a thousand times, married to the finest hand with a poison I’ll ever meet, and I’m supposed to believe he’s quaking that she’ll drink the wrong cup?She can’t drink the wrong cup. She’d sooner forget her own name. So the fear was a performance.And here’s the part that delighted me, the part I almost admired out loud: these two go cold as stone the second a stranger crosses the threshold.They keep everything tucked away, soft
TRADING MY CHEATING HUSBAND FOR THE LYCAN KING CHAPTER 318: THE WRONG CUP
EMBER’S POVI bring it down against the edge of the counter hard enough to shatter it, clay and brew and a dark wet smear spraying across the wood.And into the ringing silence that follows, I start to laugh, because it is funny, it’s the most elaborate murder I’ve ever nearly walked myself into, and I can’t help it.For a long moment, nobody says a word.“Well.” I set the surviving cup down, gentle, and look between the two of them. “That was very good. Truly. I almost drank it.”“How,” the old man breathes. He’s leaning both hands on the counter now, his eyes bright as a boy’s. “How did you see it. Forty-one years I’ve run that game, and I’ve watched Alphas and Gammas and a sitting Luna lift the wrong cup with my face doing the very thing it just did. How did you see it?”“I didn’t. Not at first.” I lean a hip against the counter, because my legs have decided they’ve had enough, and because if I’m going to explain this I may as well be comfortable while I do. “At first I did exactly
TRADING MY CHEATING HUSBAND FOR THE LYCAN KING CHAPTER 317: TWO CUPS
EMBER’S POVBurn. No stop. Breath.“Two each,” the old man says quietly from the back, and I glance at him, and he’s not amused anymore, he’s watching the cups with his arms folded too tight across his chest.“Four left.” Penelope reaches for the next, and her hand is as steady as mine, steadier, a woman who has done this so many times it doesn’t reach her pulse at all. “You want to know the truth, girl? Most of them have wept by now. Got down on the floor of my shop and begged. The grand ones are the worst for it, the ones with the big names and the big purses, they think the begging will move me.” She drinks., sets it down, lives. “It never does.”“Maybe they beg,” I say, and my voice comes out level, “because you’ve built a thing designed to make people beg.”Something flickers in her pale eyes.“Maybe we have. Drink.”And I drink, and it’s down to the last two cups now, and this is where the air changes.Because the old man has gone still.I catch it over the rim as I swallow, the
TRADING MY CHEATING HUSBAND FOR THE LYCAN KING CHAPTER 316: OUR ROULETTE
EMBER’S POVThe two of them look at each other.And then, slowly, both of them smile, the same smile, and I understand I’ve done the one thing in this shop that could genuinely interest them, which is refuse to play the board the way they laid it.“Tricksters,” Penelope murmurs, almost fond. “She thinks we’re tricksters.”“She’s not wrong,” the old man says.“She’s not wrong at all.” Penelope spreads her ink-stained hands. “Very well, girl. Your game. Your rules. We’re listening.”I reach past them, to a shelf of clean empty cups, and take three more. Eight now, on the counter. And I start to pour.I split each brewed cup in half and I mix them, a little of the first into the fourth, the second into the fifth, the third into the eighth, then back the other way, around and around, until I’ve honestly lost track of which began as what, until all eight cups hold a measure of all three brews.Identical.Whatever poison sat whole in two of the three is now spread thin through every one of
TRADING MY CHEATING HUSBAND FOR THE LYCAN KING CHAPTER 315: THE POISON GAME
EMBER’S POV“You don’t tell us you can tell life from death,” Penelope says, and she draws a stool up to her side of the counter and lowers herself onto it, slow, folding her hands like a woman settling in to enjoy something. “You show us. It’s the only test we’ve ever set, it’s older than the shop, and we have watched a great many people fail it.” She nods at her husband’s busy hands. “Penny’s going to make you a few things. And then we’ll find out whether you understand what you’ve been asking us to sell, or whether you read a book and got brave.”The old man works fast. That’s the thing that prickles at me, the speed of it, the way a man who looks a hundred years old moves like water.A pinch from this drawer, a measure from that jar, his back half to us so I can’t see his hands clearly, and even craning I can’t track what goes where.It’s deliberately too quick.In under a minute he sets three small clay cups on the counter, black-rimmed, identical, in a neat row, and steps back,
TRADING MY CHEATING HUSBAND FOR THE LYCAN KING CHAPTER 73: ONE THRUST AWAY
EMBER’S POVI nod desperately.“Liar.” He pumps into me slowly, his thumb circling my clit with featherlight pressure that’s nowhere near enough. “You’re never quiet. It’s one of my favorite things about you.”“For goddess sake, Knox, please—”“Please what?” He’s smiling now, the bastard. Enjoying
Última atualização : 2026-03-26TRADING MY CHEATING HUSBAND FOR THE LYCAN KING CHAPTER 11: COUNTING DOWN ON HIS TONGUE
EMBER’S POVI stare down at Knox on his knees, my pulse slamming so hard I can feel it between my legs. He's grinning up at me like a wolf who's already tasted blood, gold eyes glowing, fangs just barely peeking past his lip.I fold my arms, pretending my thighs aren't already trembling."What do I
Última atualização : 2026-03-17TRADING MY CHEATING HUSBAND FOR THE LYCAN KING CHAPTER 95: SKIP THE PRETENSE
KNOX’S POVHe blinks, the picture of innocence. “I’m not sure I understand. I explained the purpose quite clearly at the beginning of the evening. Conflict resolution. Closure. An opportunity for all parties to—”“Bullshit.”The word is deadpan, and I see Logan’s head snap up, see Gale’s sobbing st
Última atualização : 2026-03-30TRADING MY CHEATING HUSBAND FOR THE LYCAN KING CHAPTER 88: OVER A DECADE
EMBER’S POVI slump back into my seat unconsciously, not realizing how rigidly I’d been holding myself until the tension drains away.Knox lifts our entwined hands to his lips and presses a kiss to my knuckles, his eyes on me.It slows the tightening in my chest. Loosens the knot that Harrison’s qu
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