All Chapters of TRADING MY CHEATING HUSBAND FOR THE LYCAN KING: Chapter 141 - Chapter 150

EMBER’S POVBut he didn’t write that — did he? He couldn’t have.Knox doesn’t say things like that. Knox barely admits to liking things, let alone loving them.Knox doesn’t do feelings, or commitment, or long-term declarations — and I hate that in this moment my heart yearns bitterly for it to be him.It yearns to such a painful degree that it’s a physical pang in my chest.But I know too well how much that sets me up for disappointment.I like you a lot, Ember. That was his truth.Like. Not love.Never love.Rafael is watching me too, his expression carefully neutral but his eyes dark with something that makes my skin prickle.Even Nathaniel’s gaze has softened slightly, flickering to Queenie beside him before snapping back to the middle distance.“Well,” Rayana murmurs. “Isn’t that sweet. Someone at this table has feelings.”“Shocking development,” Knox deadpans, but his voice is rougher than usual.“‘I’m terrified I’m not enough.’”My heart slams against my ribs. That’s mine. That’

EMBER’S POVHad he been waiting for Knox to leave?“It is,” I agree cautiously.“The indigenous people believed the lights were spirits of the dead, dancing in the sky.” He’s quiet for a moment. “I like that idea. That the people we’ve lost aren’t really gone. That they’re still up there somewhere, putting on a show for those of us still stuck down here.”I think about my baby. The one Gale never gave the chance to live. To exist. I wonder if they’re up there too, dancing across the lights.I wonder if they know that I miss them even though we never met. I wonder who they would have been by now.“That’s a nice thought,” I say. “I don’t know if I believe it.”“Neither do I.” Rafael’s smile is small, almost wry. “But it’s nice to pretend sometimes.”We stand there in silence, watching the lights dance, and I try not to think about where Knox went.What Rayana might be saying to him. Why the sight of them walking away together twisted something in my chest like a warning.It’s not jealou

EMBER’S POV“Nate, no.” Queenie sounds horrified now, her crying sharper. “We can’t use that. That would destroy them. You know it would.”“And that is exactly where they need to be.” Nathaniel’s voice drops, almost gentle, which somehow makes it worse. “Apart. Safe. Away from each other before this thing between them becomes something none of us can contain.”“You can’t decide that for them—”“Have you forgotten?” The gentleness vanishes. “Have you forgotten the blood I scrubbed out of that floor for weeks? The bodies I had to bury before anyone could find out who—” He stops himself, then takes a breath. “The way Knox looked when he came back to himself. What it cost to keep that night from destroying everything.”“This is different. Ember isn’t Celeste—”“No. She’s worse.” Nathaniel’s voice is flat. Almost hateful. “I saw him on that cliff with Harrison. I watched him almost tear a man apart with his bare hands, and I saw what was in his eyes. That’s not a man in control, Queenie. T

EMBER’S POV“Thank you,” I say, taking the cup. The warmth seeps into my frozen fingers, grounding me in a way I desperately need.Knox studies my face, and whatever he sees there makes his brow furrow.“You look like you didn’t sleep.”“I slept.”“You look like you slept badly, then. And like something happened between then and now that made it worse.” He sets down his own cup on a nearby post and reaches for me, tucking a strand of hair behind my ear before his hands settle on my waist, pulling me closer. “Talk to me, Ember. Was it another nightmare? Sapphire maybe?”I open my mouth, then it closes on its own.Where would I even start? Spying on Nathaniel? The thing he claims Knox is hiding? The flash drive Logan is hunting? The bodies Nathaniel buried? The fact that your own beta is actively working to destroy us?The words pile up in my throat and stick there, too heavy to move.I should tell him. I know I should. But telling him right now means unraveling everything — admitting I

EMBER’S POVKnox and Nathaniel follow close behind, both of them sprinting back toward the property with a speed that reminds me they’re not entirely human.I scramble off the sled and follow, my heart pounding in my throat.By the time I reach the on-site clinic, they’ve already moved her inside.Through the window, I can see medical personnel swarming around a bed, see the pale spill of Rayana’s platinum blonde hair against the pillow.She looks small. Fragile. Less like the polished sophisticate who presides over every room and more like what she actually is: a dying woman running out of time.My heart twists in a way I don’t expect.Because despite everything — the manipulation, the buttons she pushes, the way she looks at Knox like she still owns a piece of him — this part isn’t a performance.She’s actually dying. And watching her lie there, pale and still against the white sheets, I can’t make myself hate her the way I want to.Knox is at the door, arguing with someone about ac