All Chapters of TRADING MY CHEATING HUSBAND FOR THE LYCAN KING: Chapter 191 - Chapter 200

EMBER’S POVThe transformation is fluid, dark fur receding into bronze skin, the wolf compressing into the tall, bloodied, naked figure of a man looking at me with an expression so tender it makes the terror worse because monsters aren’t supposed to look at you like you’re their salvation.“There you are.” A whisper, soft and reverent. “My little flame.”He crouches in front of me where I’ve collapsed in the snow, my body shaking with the heat, the cold, the warring instincts of a woman who wants to run and a wolf who wants to surrender.His hand reaches for my face, fingertips trembling, hovering an inch from my cheekbone.“I forgive you,” he whispers, and the sincerity in his voice is the most horrifying part. “For the scratches. For the running. For all of it. I could never hurt you, Ember. Not you.” His gaze flickers toward the snowdrift where Queenie lies motionless, toward the tree where Nathaniel’s wolf crumpled. “Your friends, unfortunately, will not receive the same mercy. Th

KNOX’S POVRafael fights with desperate, unhinged conviction. He believes this.That’s what makes him terrifying and pathetic in equal measure — he has convinced himself so completely that Ember is his fated mate that he’s willing to die for a delusion.And the ferocity of that belief makes him dangerous because men who fight for what they love are always more vicious than men who fight for what they want.But I am not fighting for what I want. I am fighting for what I CHOSE. For a woman who told me to never come back and a letter that told me to stay and a choice I made on a tarmac in Switzerland that I will die before I unmake.He grabs a fallen trunk in his claws — massive, an entire pine — and swings it at me like a battering ram.The impact catches me across the ribs and sends me crashing through two smaller trees before I hit the ground hard enough to taste blood.My vision whites out for a second and I feel the feral gene SURGE, the man receding, the beast expanding, exactly th

KNOX’S POVHer hands find my face. My jaw. The gash across my cheekbone from Rafael’s claws, the split in my lip, the bruises layered on top of bruises.She traces each one with her fingertips and the tenderness of it destroys me more completely than any wound Rafael inflicted because this woman was stripped and pinned to the ground and almost claimed by another man and she’s touching MY injuries like I’m the one who needs caring for.“How did you find me?” Her voice is small. So small. The voice of a girl, not a woman, stripped back to something young and bewildered and afraid. “You were in Switzerland. You were thousands of miles away. How did you—”I take her hand from my face and press it flat against my chest. Over the heartbeat that has been hers since before I had the courage to admit it.“I felt you.” The confession comes out raw and unpolished. “I don’t know how. I can’t explain it in any way that makes sense. But somewhere over the Atlantic, something in my chest ripped open

KNOX’S POV“Knox—” She can’t speak. I’m not letting her.Each thrust drives the words from her mouth and replaces them with sounds more honest than language — gasps and moans and the wet, broken whimpering of a woman being fucked open by the man she loves in a way she’s never been fucked before because no one has ever been this close.My cock is buried inside her pussy and my heart in her hands and the terrifying, annihilating truth that I would die for this woman and I would kill for this woman and if she asked me to choose between the crown and being inside her in this river I would throw the crown into the water and watch it sink.Phantom is surging.I can feel the wolf pressing against my skin, my eyes flickering gold, my canines elongating, the feral gene responding to her heat and the grip of her cunt and the bond with a ferocity that wants to consume her.Devour, take her so completely that the line between his body and hers dissolves.I want to crawl inside her ribcage and liv

KNOX’S POVNathaniel drops to the mud.Queenie rushes to him, wrapping herself around him, pressing her hands to the marks my fingers left on his throat. He waves her off and gets to his knees again, facing me, head bowed. Waiting.I turn back to the river. Ember is standing in the shallows, the water around her knees, my violence and Nathaniel’s plea still hanging in the cold air between all of us.She’s shaking — the heat fading, the cold taking over, her body finally coming down from the compound’s assault.But her eyes, when they find mine, hold something I haven’t seen directed at me in a very long time.Trust. Fragile, bruised, conditional trust, the kind that has survived everything we’ve done to each other and is still standing and still choosing to stand and still reaching for me across the distance of our damage.We need to move.Whatever bullshit Logan said comes back to me. But that would be dealt with later.For now, Ember needs warmth and shelter and medical attention.Ra