Todos los capítulos de TRADING MY CHEATING HUSBAND FOR THE LYCAN KING: Capítulo 101 - Capítulo 110

EMBER’S POVThe shift happens all at once, violent and instantaneous, his clothes shredding, his body growing, bones cracking and reforming faster than my eyes can track. The arrows snap and fall away as his body expands, pushed out by the sheer force of the transformation.I scramble backward on instinct, palms scraping against snow and rock, heart slamming against my ribs so hard it hurts.The beast rises to its full height.Eight feet tall. Maybe more. Fur darker than the night around us, matted with blood but somehow still terrifying instead of wounded.Claws like curved daggers. Teeth that could crush bone without effort. And those eyes — those burning gold eyes — looking down at me with an intensity that pins me to the frozen ground.I can’t move. Can’t breathe. Can’t do anything but stare up at the monster that used to be the man I was begging to come back to me.He takes a step toward me and the ground shakes.A sound comes from his throat — not quite a growl, not quite a word

KNOX’S POVShe’s burning up in my arms.One second Ember is limp against my chest, unconscious but breathing, and the next her skin is on fire.Actual fire, heat radiating off her so intense it nearly blisters my palms, and she’s writhing and twisting and making sounds that aren’t quite screams but close enough to make everything inside me go cold.No. No no no no no.“Ember.” I’m shaking her, cupping her face, pressing my forehead to hers even though it burns. “Ember, wake up. Open your eyes. Look at me. LOOK AT ME.”She doesn’t respond. She just keeps burning, keeps writhing, keeps making those sounds that are ripping me apart from the inside out.I’ve never been this scared in my entire fucking life.I’ve stared down armies and killed men with my bare hands and walked through fire and blood and come out the other side without flinching.But this — watching her burn and not knowing why, not knowing how to stop it, not knowing if she’s dying right here in my arms — this is terror.Pu

KNOX’S POVThe words rip out of me as a roar, barely human, vibrating through my chest and echoing off the mountains loud enough to shake snow from the trees.And Harrison — this old man dangling from my grip with his feet kicking uselessly, his expensive shoes scraping at air — doesn’t even have the decency to look afraid.“Your Majesty.” His voice is calm through the crushing grip on his windpipe, almost bored. “I apologize for the inconvenience. I assure you, this was never personal. I never willed for us to fight. This exchange would have been smooth — bloodless, even — if you had simply minded your business. But when it comes to that omega, you are incapable of rational thought.” A thin smile stretches across his lips. “An old friend warned me as much. He said you’d walk right into this, and here you are. Predictable as ever.”My claws tighten. I feel the cartilage in his throat starting to give.He keeps talking.“I hold no ill will toward you, Knox. Truly, I don’t. You were a f

KNOX’S POVThe words land like a punch to the gut.I stare at him, this man who’s been by my side for over a decade, who’s bled for me and killed for me and never once questioned my judgment until now.And I see something in his face that I don’t recognize. Fear. Not of me — Nathaniel’s never been afraid of me. Fear for me.“What are you trying to say?” My voice comes out lower than I intended, dangerous in a way that should make him back off.He doesn’t.“I’m trying to say that you need to think, Knox. Really think.” He holds my gaze without wavering. “That woman — she might be another man’s fated mate. Another man’s second chance. Have you considered that? Have you considered what happens when she finds him? When the bond she’s supposed to have with someone else finally clicks into place and she leaves you behind?”Something cold settles in my chest.“That won’t happen.”“You don’t know that. You can’t know that.” Nathaniel’s voice is relentless now, pushing into wounds I didn’t eve

EMBER’S POV(A MOMENT EARLIER)I’m standing in a place that doesn’t exist.There’s no ground under my feet — just something soft and silver that feels like moonlight given form, like the surface of a still lake that forgot it was supposed to ripple.The sky above me isn’t a sky at all but an endless swirl of stars and ancient mist, stretching so far in every direction that the concept of distance loses all meaning.Everything here is dead quiet in a way that the real world never is, peaceful in a way that feels older than time, like this place has been waiting for me since before I drew my first breath.And there, sitting perfectly still with her head tilted in patient curiosity, is a wolf.She’s the most beautiful creature I’ve ever seen.Her fur is silver-white, so pale it seems to glow against the darkness surrounding us, catching light that has no source and throwing it back in soft ripples.Her eyes are liquid gold — warm and ancient and achingly familiar, like looking into a mir