Todos os capítulos de TRADING MY CHEATING HUSBAND FOR THE LYCAN KING: Capítulo 91 - Capítulo 100

EMBER’S POVI flinch despite myself, turning my face away from the carnage, and Knox’s arm wraps around my shoulders, pulling me against his chest.“Don’t look,” he murmurs into my hair. “They’re psychopaths.”But I can still hear it. The wet sounds of blood dripping onto the floor. The raw, animal screams tearing from Gale’s throat.The horrible calm of Harrison’s voice cutting through it all like a blade.“That,” Harrison says, “was for disappointing me. For soiling the family name with your perversions and your weakness. For being so pathetic that you couldn’t even keep your wife in line without resorting to violence that left evidence.” He leans closer to Gale, close enough that his son’s blood spatters across his pristine white shirt. “And this — this is for being a disgrace. A failure. A son so broken that he can’t even bring himself to want a woman.”The disgust in his voice is undeniable, dripping with a hatred that runs bone-deep.“You could have been something,” Harrison con

EMBER’S POV“Because I saw you on the news.” His voice cracks again. “During a press conference. I saw you standing up there, speaking to the camera, saying five words they have haunted me every night. You are dead to me. And though it wasn’t directed at me, I felt it so much. I felt it down to my depths that you also said those words for me. But also, I realized… I realized that my daughter was the bravest person I’d ever seen. And I was too much of a coward to even watch it sober.”He wipes at his eyes with the back of his hand, not bothering to hide the tears.“I checked myself into rehab after your mum sent the divorce,” he continues. “Cold turkey. It was the hardest thing I’ve ever done. But every time I wanted to give up, every time I wanted to reach for a bottle and make it all go away, I thought about you. I thought about the little girl who used to wait by the door for her daddy to come home. And I told myself that maybe, if I could get clean, I could find her again. I could

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 stutter into silence, see Harrison’s mask flicker for just a moment before sliding back into place.“I beg your pardon?”I lean back in my chair, letting a slow grin spread across my face.“This is supposedly a conflict resolution. Neutral territory. A chance for everyone to clear the air and move on with their lives.” I gesture around the room — at the bloodstained tablecloth, the broken dishes, the general carnage of the evening. “But you didn’t bring us here for peace, Harrison. You brought a room full of enemies together and lit a match. You asked questions designed to inflict maximum damage. You picked at wounds and poured salt in them and watched us tear each other apart.”Harrison’s exp

KNOX’S POVHe’s out the door and into the night before I can react, paws thundering against marble, then grass, then gone.I consider chasing him. My wolf is faster, stronger. I could catch him within minutes.But Ember is waiting in the car. Unprotected. Vulnerable.And Logan just threatened to start with her.I run.The cold night air hits my face as I burst through the restaurant doors, my eyes scanning the parking lot frantically until I spot the SUV.The interior light is off, but I can see a silhouette in the passenger seat.Ember.I’m at the car in seconds, yanking open the door, my heart pounding so hard I can barely breathe.She’s fine.More than fine — she’s asleep. Head tilted against the window, chest rising and falling in the slow rhythm of exhaustion, completely oblivious to the threat that just vanished into the darkness.The relief that floods through me is so intense it makes my knees weak.I stand there for a moment, just watching her breathe, letting the adrenaline

EMBER’S POVI see him almost too clearly. That same aristocratic stance, that same unimpressed authority, like he’s bored by the bloodshed below. He raises his hand, fingers poised to give a signal.My hand slams the horn before I can think. The sound blares through the night and Knox’s head snaps toward the car.He sees me through the windshield. Frowns. Then he turns back to the fight, back to the guards he’s still dealing with, and my stomach drops because he doesn’t understand.He glanced but he didn’t see them. He thinks I’m just panicking.He’s going to die and he doesn’t even know it.Harrison’s hand drops.I’m out of the car before the thought finishes forming, feet hitting snow, cold air like a slap to the lungs, running toward him as fast as I can.“KNOX! THE TREES!”He turns at the sound of my voice. His eyes find me first — out of the car, exposed, standing in the open like an idiot — and the terror that floods his face stops my heart. Pure, raw terror.Then my words regis