تسجيل الدخولEMBER’S POVShe’s been at the edge of my vision this whole time, near the third table, handkerchief pressed to her mouth, crying, and my eyes have been sliding to her and off her since I walked in, catching on something I was too distracted by the bodies to fully comprehend.Her grief is perfect.She sobs softly, she dabs, she trembles, she holds herself together with such delicacy, and anyone watching me glare at her would call me a monster.But I see it now, as clear as day.The odd thing my eyes kept fixating on, although my brain had not caught up yet.Hale looks radiant.No.That would be an insulting understatement.Hale Volkov is fucking glowing.There’s no other word for it, and it makes my skin crawl to have such a vain thought in this room.But… something feels deeply unnatural about her transformation.Her hair has a rich shine to it I’ve never seen on her, catching what little light there is. Her cheeks are full and high with colour, her skin smooth and impossibly fresh.T
EMBER’S POV“I don’t know!” Queenie sobs. “I-I don’t understand. This has never happened before—this feels like a really bad dream. The other maids are saying the Sovereign is cursed! How else do you explain seven women dying in one night, Ember?”My knees go weak.Before I can completely give out, Knox is there. His hand closes over my shoulder, physically locking me in place.I look up at him, bracing for a reaction, but his jaw is just set tight. He is perfectly, ruthlessly controlled. Every inch the King analysing a fresh problem.“A curse would be the laziest assumption,” Knox says, his flat voice cutting straight through Queenie’s panic.Before she can respond, Nathaniel comes down the steps behind her, and he is her opposite in every direction a man can be.Grey. Buttoned to the throat. Perfectly, horribly composed.His eyes find Queenie, hold half a second too long, then pull away, and he plants himself in that small careful distance he always keeps from her.“The house starte
EMBER’S POVHis lips curl the slightest bit.“More than my entire collection.”I lean even closer, my eyes set wholly on his burning gaze.“You’re nauseatingly romantic. I would never have it any other way.”He slides his hands down to my hips, pulling me flush against him on the hood of the car.“Careful looking at me like that, baby,” he growls softly, his gaze dropping to my mouth. “I’m running on zero sleep and pure adrenaline. Tell me, doesn’t Merrilyn Aster have ‘getting fucked on the hood of a car on a dirt road’ somewhere on her bucket list?”A breathless giggle escapes me.I feel light. Goddess, I feel so incredibly light.I let my spine lengthen, lifting my chin as I let my voice slide seamlessly down into that bored, expensive drawl I practised in a mirror for days.“Well.” Merrilyn Aster looks the Lycan King up and down with indifference. “Aren’t you a pretty thing to find on the side of a dirt road? Big. Rude. Exorbitant maintenance costs, obviously.” I walk two fingers up
EMBER’S POV“You. Me. Anyone with a fucking heart and mummy-issues.” He says it flat, like arithmetic. “But if you want my opinion? Waiting twenty-six years to hand you thirty seconds of affection is incredibly selfish, which is very on-brand for Devika. It’s a cheap tip left on a massive, overdue bill. She bought her own peace of mind with it, not yours. But she also proved something you needed to know. She proved the problem was never you, Ember. She always had it in her to love you; she was just too much of a coward to do it. So take the thirty seconds. Keep the absolute proof that you were always worth it, and leave the coward who starved you behind on that mountain. Or, if you prefer, I can turn this car around right now and go tell her exactly where she can shove the rest of it. ”A spark of sudden warmth blooms in my chest, pushing through the exhaustion to drag a reluctant smile to my lips.“That really shouldn’t be comforting.”“And yet you’ve stopped picking at the box.”I l
EMBER’S POVBy the time the sun comes up, I have an uncle who runs a mountain of rogues, a biological father who is a royal snake with his eye on a throne, and a mother who chose to forget I ever existed.And the first thing my body has to say about any of it is that my ass is dead.Literally.It’s completely numb as I shift in the passenger seat, wince, shift again, and Knox glances over from the wheel, a small quirk to his brows.“You’re fidgeting. Problem?”“My ass died somewhere around the second bend. Which is more rest than either of us has gotten in hours, so honestly, good for it.”“Want me to wake it up?”“Eyes on the road, you feral menace. We’re both too exhausted for your nonsense.”He breathes out a soft chuckle.“You brought it up. I’m just offering excellent customer service.”I did bring it up. I have no defence for that.This man survived the same long, grueling night as I did, and he’s still got the energy to flirt at my body parts before nine in the morning.And God
EEEKKKKK! I am officially DONE plotting out every single chapter until the end of Trading My Cheating Husband for the Lycan King! GUYS. Are you even ready for this?!Spoiler alert: I shed a few tears and my heart is in absolute shambles. But fear not, my loves, it is a happy ending! ...Well, as happy as I can guarantee.I’m both so excited and kind of sad. It feels like I’m already done with the book, but that's just because I finally have a perfectly clear image of how all these crazy pieces come together for the finale.Time to get back to writing!The next chapter is already planned out and halfway written, so I’m diving in now and will hopefully hit upload in the next 5 to 6 hours.I wanted to post this quick update because I know you guys are waiting, and I am so sorry for the delay. I promise the wait is going to be worth it.After all, Hale has been keeping herself very busy lately. And we all love a busy woman, don’t we? LMAOO.







