All Chapters of TRADING MY CHEATING HUSBAND FOR THE LYCAN KING: Chapter 111 - Chapter 119

EMBER’S POV(PRESENT)The sound rips out of me before I’m fully conscious, raw and animalistic and absolutely terrified.The room is wrong, unfamiliar walls, unfamiliar ceiling, unfamiliar everything, and for one horrible moment I don’t know where I am or how I got here.My hands fly to my chest expecting to find torn flesh, expecting to find the wound that killed me, but there’s nothing there.There is just skin. Just my heart trying to pound its way out of my ribcage.The door explodes inward.Knox.He’s across the threshold before the door finishes slamming against the wall, his eyes wild, his body coiled for violence.He scans every corner of the room in the space of a heartbeat, searching for threats, for enemies, for whoever made me scream like that.When he finds nothing — when he realizes I’m alone, that there’s no one to fight, no one to destroy — his expression shifts into something almost worse.“I’ve got you.” He’s pulling me into his arms before I can speak, crushing me a

EMBER’S POVI shake my head, frustration and confusion tangling together.“Why would she hide it? Who was she hiding it from? She knew how pathetic I felt. She knew how much I hated being so fragile, so easily broken. Why would she intentionally keep me in the dark and steal this from me?” My voice cracks. “Can it even be undone? What was in those drugs?”The questions spiral faster than I can catch them, and suddenly there’s a pressure building behind my eyes, a migraine clawing its way to the surface.I grip my head with both hands, trying to breathe through it.Knox pulls me back against his chest without hesitation, his hand smoothing over my hair.“Shhh.” His voice is low and soothing. “Maybe this isn’t the best time to spiral or obsess over the disastrous wonders of Devika Aragon.”A snort escapes me despite everything.“It’s Devika Chamberlain now.”He chuckles, the sound rumbling through his chest.“Well, we’ll have to pay an unsavory visit to the lovely Ms. Chamberlain eventu

EMBER’S POVThe kiss is desperate, consuming, nothing like the gentle comfort from before. This is need. This is hunger.This is two people who almost lost each other trying to prove that they’re still breathing.I reach between us and wrap my hand around his cock and fuck — he’s bigger than usual.Thick and hard and so swollen the veins are bulging under my fingers, the tip flushed and angry and dripping precum down my knuckles.The sound he makes against my mouth is filthy — a tormented sound between a growl and a groan that vibrates through my whole body — and his hips jerk forward, shoving more of that fat cock into my grip like he can’t help himself.I stroke him slowly, feeling every ridge and vein drag against my palm, feeling him pulse and throb in my hand like he’s got a heartbeat there.He’s so big my fingers barely wrap around him. So hard it looks almost painful.“Ember.” My name sounds like a prayer and a warning all at once, his voice tortured. “We shouldn’t—”“Shh.” I s

EMBER’S POV“Unless a few council members tattled to Harrison over the years, and Gale got wind of it. Then Gale told him.” He shakes his head. “It’s possible. Gale and Logan were close. But still — the things Logan implied he knew… those aren’t things that should have made it outside that room.”I freeze inside.Because I remember Logan’s break into the penthouse. Tearing through Knox’s office. Searching for something — a flash drive, Nathaniel had said.And suddenly I’m wondering if it’s all connected. The break-in, the secrets, whatever Logan knows that Knox doesn’t.“Is there anything else that happened that night?” I ask slowly, carefully, trying to keep my voice neutral even as my heart pounds. “Anything that could be… damning? Something someone might want to use against you?”Knox shakes his head, frustration bleeding into every line of his body.“I can’t remember. That’s the whole fucking problem, Ember. I don’t even know how Logan knows what he knows, or what exactly he knows

EMBER’S POVDinner comes together faster than I expected — some kind of pasta dish with roasted vegetables and garlic bread that fills the safehouse with smells rich enough to make my stomach cramp with hunger.I didn’t realize how empty I was until the food was in front of me.We eat at the small table, all four of us crammed together, and for a little while it almost feels normal.Like we’re just friends sharing a meal, not fugitives hiding out in a safehouse while enemies circle and conspiracies unravel.Queenie chatters about the Summit, about Rayana holding down the fort, about a hundred small pieces of gossip that don’t matter but help fill the silence.She’s good at that — filling silences. Making spaces feel warmer than they are.Knox sits close to me, his thigh pressed against mine under the table.Every so often his hand finds my knee, squeezes, like he needs to keep reminding himself I’m here. That I’m real. That I didn’t disappear while he wasn’t looking.And I lean into h