All Chapters of TRADING MY CHEATING HUSBAND FOR THE LYCAN KING: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

KNOX’S POVThe elevator doors open and I'm hit with exactly what I wanted—pure, beautiful chaos.Reporters everywhere, cameras flashing like a goddamn warzone. Hotel security trying to hold back a tide of bodies and microphones. And right in the center of it all, providing the main entertainment, is Gale Crawford having the meltdown of the century."My wife was kidnapped! She's being held against her will!" His voice cracks, shrill and desperate, echoing through the marble lobby. "This man—the Lycan King—he's using her! I'm here to save her from her kidnapper!"Perfect. Couldn't have scripted it better myself.The reporters smell blood instantly. They pivot toward us like sharks, shouting over each other in a feeding frenzy:"Is the Lycan King involved with a married omega?""How long has this affair been going on?""Did you kidnap Mrs. Crawford?""Is this a hostage situation?""Mr. Volkov! Mr. Volkov, can you comment on the allegations?"I feel Ember tense beside me but she doesn't f

EMBER’S POVKnox keeps his word. He spends the next three hours doing exactly what he promised: fucking me so thoroughly I forget there’s ever been a world outside his bed.It’s not like the airplane, or even last night’s bruising session. This is a slow burn, methodical and relentless, like he’s memorizing my body with his hands and tongue and cock. Every kiss is deliberate. Every bite, every drag of his tongue over my skin, is measured, catalogued, stored away for later. He wants to know what makes me shiver, what makes my toes curl, what makes me come undone.He learns fast.There’s a rhythm to it. He fucks me slow and deep until I’m desperate, then rough and fast until I’m gasping, then back to slow again, teasing out aftershocks until I’m barely coherent. Each time I think it’s over, that he’ll let me breathe, he finds a new angle, a new spot to torment, a new wicked thing to say that makes me melt.When he finally makes me ride him, it’s—awkward, at first. I’ve never been on t

EMBER’S POVKnox leans back, swirling the last of his whiskey. "Rayana's family has serious political pull—old money, Council connections, the kind of influence that can make my life unnecessarily complicated. She's also actually sick, even if she's milking it. Telling a dying woman to fuck off publicly would give my enemies ammunition, and I'm not handing them that for free.""So you need a human shield.""I need to show I've moved on without creating a political shitstorm." His eyes meet mine. "This is cleaner."I'm not entirely convinced that's his real motivation, but whatever. Not my circus, not my monkeys.At six, Simone returns with an army.She sweeps in with her team and enough garment bags to outfit a small country. The dress she pulls out makes my jaw drop—midnight blue, floor-length, with a neckline that plunges almost to my navel and a slit that goes up to there."You're kidding.""I never kid about fashion." Simone holds it up. "Trust me. You'll look like a queen. I need

EMBER'S POVLogan Reeves. I've always known him as Gale's business partner—polished, strategic, the kind of man who calculates every word before it leaves his mouth. He was at our wedding, gave a toast about loyalty and partnership that made everyone cry. He visited our house for dinners, brought expensive wine, complimented my cooking. I never suspected. Not once.Now he's standing between me and the door, perfectly composed, studying me like I'm a problem he's already solved."You're in over your head, Ember." His voice is quiet, controlled. "Playing dress-up with the Lycan King. Pretending you belong in rooms like this.""I'm not pretending anything.""Aren't you?" He tilts his head. "You're a nobody omega from Seattle who lucked into a scandal. That's all this is. Luck and timing."My hands curl into fists. "You're one to talk about luck. You're the one Gale was cheating with. You're the reason my marriage was a lie."The words come out sharper than I intended, raw and hurt.Log

EMBER'S POVNo. Not possible.Knox's eyes narrow. "Her mother?""We haven't really spoken in eight years," I say, voice tight. "She disowned me when I married Gale.""She's very insistent," the nurse continues. "And… she's sobbing. She's saying she flew in from Beijing the moment she heard what happened. She's threatening to call the police if we don't let her in."Knox stands, and the casual way he moves is somehow more threatening than if he'd exploded."Tell security she's not to come anywhere near this room without my express permission.""Wait." The word escapes before I can stop it.Knox turns, studying me with an unreadable expression."Maybe I should see her," I hear myself say."Why?""I don't know." And I don't. "She's still my mother… Maybe I should."The truth is more complicated than that. When I fled Seattle two days ago, I was headed home to Alaska—to my parents' house in Anchorage. It was an impulsive decision, born from desperation and nowhere else to go.My mother is