All Chapters of TRADING MY CHEATING HUSBAND FOR THE LYCAN KING: Chapter 211 - Chapter 220

EMBER’S POVNathaniel writes on the whiteboard. Two words at the top, in capital letters: CELESTE’S NIGHT.“It was Christmas Eve.” His voice is mostly firm, but there’s a shakiness running through it that I can hear from across the room. “You and Celeste hosted a gathering at the Greenvale estate every year. It was an open house. Pack members, allies, friends, family, business associates. Everyone was invited. Celeste loved Christmas more than anyone I’ve ever met. She decorated the whole estate herself; every bannister and window was strung with lights through the garden until the place looked like it was breathing gold. She’d invite everyone she’d ever smiled at.”“I remember that,” Knox says quietly. “I remember the decorations.”“That year, the guest list was around ninety. It was a sit-down dinner, full of exotic cocktails and music in the ballroom. Children chasing each other through the hallways while their parents drank mulled wine and pretended the world was kind. Staff workin

EMBER’S POVNathaniel nods. “Logan was hunting for ammunition during the trial, and maybe far before they made it known. He kept circling the night Celeste died, perhaps in a bid to use her case against Knox. But I believe he stumbled on something else. Something larger that no effort of my cover-up could completely erase. I’d documented a rogue attack in papers in case questions were ever asked, but there isn’t enough that can be done when you are hiding the gruesome death of over 60 people. He had sources who could easily confirm it. He was getting close.” Nathaniel draws a line on the board: FLASH DRIVE with an arrow pointing to LOGAN. “I calculated that if I gave him something scandalous enough to feel like a victory, something that would damage the trial, but not be disastrous enough to destroy Knox’s reign, Logan would stop digging. The recording of Knox and Ember’s original arrangement was embarrassing, damaging to the trial, but survivable. The flash drive is not survivable.”

EMBER’S POV“THEY WERE QUIET.” The scream tears out of him, the gold in his eyes BLAZES, the claws punch through on both hands, and the chair creaks under the force of his body going rigid. “They were so quiet, and I still found them and the boy LOOKED at me, Ember, he looked at me right before I—”He can’t finish. The sound that replaces words is something I hope I never hear again as long as I live. The sound of a man’s soul hitting a wall it can’t survive, and the impact echoes through every room he’ll ever walk into for the rest of his life.He stands. I slide off. He crosses the room toward Nathaniel with a speed that isn’t human, his body moving on feral autopilot, claws fully extended, gold eyes burning with sixty-three deaths that just found their architect.“YOU.” The word is barely recognisable through the shift. “You drugged me. You lowered the threshold. You made SURE the gene would overwhelm the bond. And then you pointed me at a room full of people, and you WATCHED.”“I

EMBER’S POV“Sapphire told me to scream.” The words come out simpler than the memory deserves. “Rafael was on top of me. I couldn’t fight him. My wolf had been silent for days, and then suddenly she was THERE, louder than she’d ever been. She said trust me. She said scream. So I opened my mouth, and what came out wasn’t my voice. It was something older and bigger, and it came from a place in me I didn’t know existed. It hit everyone in the room, like some form of wave. Rafael flew off my body. The guards dropped. And then they just… turned. On each other. Like whatever I’d released had scrambled something fundamental in them. Their training, their loyalty, their ability to tell friend from enemy — all of it was gone. They started firing at each other, fighting each other, and I ran.”Nobody speaks for a moment. Nathaniel writes on the board: SAPPHIRE — COMMAND / OVERRIDE.“That’s consistent with ancient texts about a specific type of wolf that hasn’t existed in generations,” he says.

EMBER’S POV“Absolutely not,” Knox says it casually. “Gale is an unrepentant, violent piece of shit who beat my woman for eight years and hasn’t shown a flicker of remorse. He’s not going anywhere except deeper into hell.” His thumb traces my thigh. “But Logan doesn’t need to know that. Logan needs to believe the trade is real long enough to hand over the flash drive. Once I have it, I take both of them. Logan joins Gale. They can spend the rest of their natural lives rotting together. Every true love story deserves a happy ending.”“And if he doesn’t take the bait?” Nathaniel asks.“Then we use brute force. Kill him if we have to. But he is not walking away alive with that flash drive.”I feel the logic of it settle into place. Smart. Clean. Gives Logan what he wants while neutralising the weapon.“Where IS Gale?” I ask.Knox’s hand tightens on my thigh.“Ember.”“Where is Gale, Knox?”A pause. “Your father’s house,” Knox says. “Maurice’s property. He’s been there the whole time. Gu