All Chapters of TRADING MY CHEATING HUSBAND FOR THE LYCAN KING: Chapter 121 - Chapter 130

EMBER’S POVThe memory rises sharp and ugly.How easily he dragged me across the snow. How hell-bent he was on keeping those hands wrapped around my throat until he choked the last breath out of me.He didn’t hesitate. Didn’t show even a flicker of the remorse he’d performed so convincingly for Harrison’s audience.The moment he had the chance, he tried to end me.Any pity I might have felt dies a quiet death in my chest, replaced by something colder. Something hungrier. Something that tastes like revenge.“Trying to escape?”My voice echoes off the concrete walls, and Gale’s head snaps up so fast I hear his neck crack.The scraping stops. His one functioning eye finds me in the dim light, and I watch with deep, visceral satisfaction as fear ripples across what’s left of his face.Good.“Ember.” His voice comes out as a rasp, damaged and desperate. He clears his throat, tries again with that familiar oily smoothness. “Ember, thank the goddess you’re here. Please, you have to help me—”

EMBER’S POVKnox doesn’t wait for me to answer.His mouth crashes into mine again with a ferocity that steals the breath from my lungs, his hands fisting in the fabric of his shirt — the only thing I’m wearing — and dragging me so hard against his body that I can feel every ridge of muscle, every line of tension, every inch of the erection already straining against his pants.He kisses me like he’s been starving for it, like all those hours of holding back and being careful and treating me like something fragile have finally reached their breaking point.Behind us, Gale is still screaming.“Get your fucking hands off her! She’s mine! MINE! I’ll kill you, I’ll fucking kill you both—”Knox breaks the kiss just long enough to look over my shoulder at the cage, and the smile that curves his lips is pure predatory satisfaction.“Watch closely,” he says, his voice pitched to carry. “I want you to see exactly what she looks like when she’s properly satisfied.”Then his mouth finds my throat,

EMBER’S POVI’m not thinking. I can’t think. There’s only the overwhelming need to be his, completely, permanently, in every way possible.Knox’s rhythm stutters.I feel his mouth on my throat, hot and open, his canines extended and pressing against that sacred spot where my pulse thunders under thin skin. He’s right there. Right on the edge of claiming me.And then he rips himself away with a snarl that sounds like agony.He pulls out of me so fast I cry out at the sudden emptiness, flipping me onto my stomach in one brutal movement, pressing my face into the cold concrete floor.The new position puts my throat against the ground, inaccessible, protected from his wolf’s desperate need to mark.“Can’t—” His voice is wrecked, barely human. “Fuck— I almost—”“I don’t care,” I gasp, trying to push up onto my hands and knees. “Claim me. I want it. I want to be yours—”“No.” His hand presses between my shoulder blades, holding me down. “Not yet.”He slams back into me from behind and all c

EMBER’S POVKnox freezes.Stares down at the yellow mess dripping down his perfect abs with an expression of such profound betrayal that I burst out laughing, the kind of laughter that hurts my ribs and makes my eyes water.“You,” he says slowly, each word dripping with disbelief, “did not just waste my award-winning eggs.”“You deserved it.” I’m still laughing, can’t stop laughing. “That’s what you get for being so insufferably cocky all the time.”“Cocky.” He’s advancing on me now, something predatory lighting up his eyes. “I’ll show you cocky.”I shriek as he grabs me off the counter and spins me around, his egg-covered chest pressing against my back and thoroughly ruining the shirt of his that I’m wearing.I’m squirming and laughing and he’s growling mock threats against my ear about revenge and payback and making me regret ever wasting his perfect eggs, and for one golden moment nothing is trying to kill us and no one is bleeding in the basement and we’re just two people being ri

EMBER’S POV“You moved him.” I stare at both of them, trying to wrap my head around the logistics. “In the middle of the night. While I was sleeping. You somehow moved a raving man in chains without me hearing anything?”“You were exhausted, rightfully so after such physical exertion,” Knox says, like this explains everything. “And some things are better handled quietly.”“Where is he now?”“Somewhere much more secure. Completely outside the council’s jurisdiction.” Nathaniel’s eyes meet mine, and there’s something grim in their depths that makes me shiver. “He’ll stay there until the political heat dies down. Then my extraction team will transport him to a maximum security facility in the States, where he’ll be dealt with under the full authority of the crown. There will be no council interference or political protection. He’d have every bit of the King’s justice and fury.”The king’s justice. I look at Knox standing there in the gray morning light, eggs drying on his chest and murder