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CHAPTER 286: WELL DONE
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2026-06-10 05:31:07
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TRADING MY CHEATING HUSBAND FOR THE LYCAN KING CHAPTER 383: UGLY OLD HAG
EMBER’S POV“That is enough, Knox Volkov.” Her breath saws against my ear. “Or I redecorate this floor with your girl’s skull. Drop the men, drop the chain, and get down. Now.”Knox goes still.He turns, slow, and takes in the sight of my own mother holding a gun to my head.“Let her go,” he growls, dropping the rogue in his grip and diving forward.Bang.The gunshot cuts through the casino noise. A bullet buries itself into the floorboards an inch from Knox’s brogues, stopping his charge instantly.Devika grinds the hot barrel violently into the base of my skull. Before I can gasp, her free hand whips around my waist.The cold, wicked edge of a hunting knife presses hard against my ribs, the tip digging through my dress and biting sharply into my skin.“Get on the floor!” Devika shrieks, frantic and completely unhinged. “Do not play with me!”My heart races, a frantic drumbeat hammering against my ribs.“She’s bluffing, Knox,” I choke out, locking eyes with him.“I am not,” Devika hi
TRADING MY CHEATING HUSBAND FOR THE LYCAN KING CHAPTER 382: GUN TO YOUR HEAD
EMBER’S POVKnox matches their fury like a true beast.There’s no roar or hesitation to his steps. He just moves with a brutal, blunt-force violence, carried out with the terrifying speed of an apex predator trapped in a bespoke suit.The first rogue reaches him, and Knox catches the outstretched arm, twists, and snaps the elbow with a wet crack, using the man’s own momentum to hurl him into the second.They go down in a heap of limbs and splintered wood.But I can see what the dead-nettle poison is doing to him. Any other night, Knox is a blur, an untouchable force of nature.Tonight he’s grounded, fighting a desperate war of attrition, hauling a body that’s running on half its usual blood.A blade flashes from his blindside. He dodges a fraction of a second too late, and the steel opens a bright wet line across his jaw.He doesn’t so much as blink; he just buries his fist in the attacker’s throat with a sickening brutality, but his chest is heaving now, and it shouldn’t be.“Behind
TRADING MY CHEATING HUSBAND FOR THE LYCAN KING CHAPTER 381: YOU STUPID GIRL
EMBER’S POV“You stupid girl,” she hisses. “You stupid, reckless, selfish girl. You never think. You have never once in your life stopped to think before you fling yourself headlong into a thing — do you know whose house this is? Do you have any idea what these people do to those who lie their way onto their floors?” Her hands come up to her mouth, and she’s not even fully talking to me now; she’s talking to the room, to herself. “She’s buried herself. She’s walked in here and buried herself alive, and she’s dragged me down into the hole right beside her; of course she has, because that is what she does- that has always been what she—”“Mother, stop.” I’m on my feet now, hands out, gentling, pleading. “You’re spiralling. Nothing has to happen here. Nobody has to know anything. I am begging you — sit down, take a breath, and just talk to me. We only want to talk—”“We?”And her eyes snap past my shoulder.To the masked, silent bodyguard standing behind me. To the wall of black she’s be
TRADING MY CHEATING HUSBAND FOR THE LYCAN KING CHAPTER 380: MOTHER
EMBER’S POVThe VIP court is quieter, richer, sealed behind another set of black doors — a private room of luxury and low gold light, a single low table, chairs that cost more than I made in a year of my old life.Cassian settles me in with a drink I have no intention of touching, murmurs that the mistress will attend me shortly, and withdraws.And then it’s just me, and Knox, and the pounding of my own pulse.Knox steps in close behind my chair, mask still on, and his voice comes low and rough and just for me.“Whatever she is when that door opens — don’t let her get her hooks in you. You get your questions. You get your answers. We get out. That’s all this is.”“And if she won’t answer?”“Then she answers to me.” His hand brushes my shoulder, brief and possessive. “Sit. Be the heiress. I’ve got your back — I’ve literally got your back, I’m standing behind it.”Despite everything, I nearly laugh, and it steadies me, and I settle into the chair.I cross one leg slowly over the other,
TRADING MY CHEATING HUSBAND FOR THE LYCAN KING CHAPTER 379: GET ME YOUR BOSS
EMBER’S POVI stroll down the line.I make it slow. I clasp my hands behind my back and move down the gallery of oiled, waiting men like a general reviewing troops she finds personally disappointing.And I feel Knox’s glare burning a hole clean through my spine the whole way, and I have never in my life enjoyed anything more.I stop at the first. He’s enormous, a wall of muscle, arms like historical columns, and he flexes for me, helpful.“Mm.” I tilt my head. I reach out and poke him, one finger into a bicep the approximate size of my skull, and he holds the flex, hopeful, quivering. “No. Too muscular. I want a man who can move, darling, not a man who can bench a piano. What would I even do with all this — send him to fetch things off high shelves? Next.”Behind me, through the mask, low and strangled: “Ember.”I sail on to the next.Lean, sharp-faced, a scar splitting one eyebrow, radiating violence. I circle him, slow, appraising. I lean in, and I sniff, delicately, and wrinkle my
TRADING MY CHEATING HUSBAND FOR THE LYCAN KING CHAPTER 378: HOMICIDALLY STILL
EMBER’S POVAnd my stomach drops, because there is no Mr Aster. But Merrilyn Aster does not drop her cover. Merrilyn Aster laughs.It comes out of me sharp and bright and just this side of unhinged, the laugh of a woman who has never once in her gilded life been told no.And I reach into my clutch and pull out the gold-cased phone Queenie bought for exactly this, and I hold it out to the pit boss like I’m doing him an enormous favour.“You want to speak to Daddy?” I say sweetly. “By all means. Let’s call Daddy.” I’m already dialling, already smiling, already too loud. “I do hope you’ll tell him precisely where his money’s going tonight. Tell him about the floor. Tell him about the men. Tell him I said the words engine grease into a telephone. Maybe this is the one that finally gives him the heart attack he keeps threatening me with — he’s been promising to disinherit me since I was nineteen, and honestly, at this point—”The line connects.“Merrilyn.” Nathaniel’s voice, but this time,
TRADING 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
Last Updated : 2026-03-30TRADING MY CHEATING HUSBAND FOR THE LYCAN KING CHAPTER 137: WORM WITH ABS
EMBER’S POVWhen I step outside the girls’ cabin with Rayana and Queenie flanking me, Rayana is mid-monologue about the caribou she’s planning to devour at dinner — something about sinking her teeth into tender, perfectly seared meat that borders on orgasmic — and I’m half-listening, half-scanning
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EMBER’S POVThe laughter dies. Everyone’s eyes slide to Knox, who shrugs without a trace of shame.“Not much of a secret if you all already know.”“You could have at least tried to be mysterious about it,” Rayana sighs. “Where’s the fun in confessing things everyone already knows?”“You said write
Last Updated : 2026-04-05TRADING MY CHEATING HUSBAND FOR THE LYCAN KING CHAPTER 138: GAME OF CARDS
EMBER’S POV“Finally,” Rayana drawls. “I thought we were going to have to hose you two down.”“Shut up,” I say, but I’m grinning. “Let’s go eat your caribou.”Dinner is a production.Rafael has transformed the main lodge into something out of a fairy tale — candles everywhere, a fire roaring in the
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