All Chapters of TRADING MY CHEATING HUSBAND FOR THE LYCAN KING: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

EMBER’S POVThe words hang between us, and I can’t believe I just said them. But there’s no denying the intensity of my desire for this man, even in the midst of my heartbreak.Sapphire is going absolutely feral inside me—she wants to feel his hands run down every inch of my skin and it makes no sense. We don’t even know him.He raises an eyebrow at me, something dark and amused flickering across his devastatingly handsome face.“Is that really what you want?” His voice drops lower, rougher, each word like a physical caress.I nod, feeling a rush of heat flood through me. I know it’s reckless, but I can’t help myself. I need this. I need him. I need to feel wanted instead of worthless. I need to forget Gale’s mocking voice, Logan’s cruel laughter, the image of my husband on his knees.If Gale can fuck whoever he wants, so can I.But just as quickly as the moment ignited, it flickers out as he takes a step back from me, his expression cooling into something almost bored.“As tempting a

EMBER’S POVThis morning I was a married omega trying to save her marriage with expensive lingerie.Now I’m a soon-to-be-divorced omega who fucked the Lycan King in an airplane bathroom and let him finger me to orgasm while my husband was on the phone.My life has become a complete disaster.The pilot’s voice crackles over the intercom.“Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to Anchorage. Local time is 7:43 PM and the current temperature is minus twelve degrees.”Anchorage. Home.The seatbelt sign dings off and passengers spring into action. I have no luggage, no coat, no plan. Just the clothes on my back and about two hundred dollars in my bank account.I’ll find a cheap hotel, I decide. One of those budget places near the airport. I’ll figure out my next steps in the morning. Call my parents and try to explain why their daughter’s arranged marriage just imploded on Christmas Eve.Yeah. That’ll be a fun conversation.I stand on shaky legs, my body still feeling the aftermath of everything Kn

EMBER'S POV For one hot, hanging second I think he's going to kiss me right there. But instead, Knox extends his hand. Palm up, waiting.I take it.The second our skin touches, electricity shoots up my arm. Not static—something hotter, deeper, like someone lit a fuse inside my bones. I try to pull back but his grip tightens, and with one brutal yank he hauls me off the couch and straight into his lap.I crash against his chest, legs tangling awkwardly over the arm of the chair. Before I can even gasp, his mouth crashes onto mine.This isn't the desperate fumbling from the bathroom. This is possession. He kisses me like he's been starving for it all night, like he wants to crawl inside me and claim every breath I take. His tongue forces past my lips and I taste whiskey and dominance and something wild that's purely him.His hand fists in my hair, yanking my head back to expose my throat, and his other hand is already sliding up my thigh, under my skirt. His palm burns against my

KNOX’S POV"Knox, what are you—""Quiet." I move higher, kissing and biting up her inner thigh until she's squirming. "I'm conducting an experiment.""What kind of experiment?"I look up at her, my hands spreading her thighs wider. "Seeing how many times I can make you come before you beg me to stop."Her eyes go wide. "That's not—you can't—""Watch me."I bury my face between her legs and go to work.She tastes like heaven and bad decisions, and I devour her like I've been starving for months. Which, honestly, I have been. Every boring pack dinner watching her sit quietly beside Gale, I wanted this. Wanted her spread out and desperate and making those sweet sounds just for me.She comes fast, her hands fisting in my hair, thighs shaking around my head. I don't stop."Knox, wait, I just—oh god—"The second orgasm hits before she's recovered from the first. She's crying now, overwhelmed, trying to push me away, but I grab her wrists and pin them above her head with one hand."Color?"

EMBER’S POVThe stylist team moves like a precision strike squad. In less than five seconds, my plate is cleared, a measuring tape is around my waist, and I'm in the grip of Simone, who radiates such withering beta energy I think even Knox would hesitate to cross her."Don't slouch," Simone snaps, fingers already in my hair. "Posture makes the woman."I stand at rigid attention while another woman circles me, jotting numbers. Two men focus on the rolling racks, pulling out garment bags with reverence.Knox fires off emails on his phone, then heads to the balcony with his coffee, leaving me to the professionals."Can we acknowledge how tragic this is?" Simone gestures at me still wearing Knox's oversized shirt. "You literally fled your marriage with nothing but the clothes on your back. Which means we're building your entire wardrobe from scratch."She pulls out her phone, typing rapidly. "Emergency shopping list. Basics, statement pieces, enough options to get you through the next wee