All Chapters of TRADING MY CHEATING HUSBAND FOR THE LYCAN KING: Chapter 361 - Chapter 370

EMBER’S POV“DEAL,” Queenie announces, at a volume clearly designed to break up whatever is happening between us, clapping her hands together with enormous cheer. “Okay! Wonderful! It’s decided! Ember’s a feral heiress shopping for rough trade; Knox is her devastatingly jealous bodyguard who’s going to assault the staff; Devika’s the madam of a crime lord’s brothel floor, and we are all going to a rogue casino, and there’s a doll of Knox somewhere getting pelted with eggs. This is, without question, the healthiest thing this friend group has ever done together.” She spins her tablet around and stands. “Now. Nathaniel.”And the temperature in the room drops about ten degrees because she says his name the way you’d address a stranger, flat and professional, and I watch him go carefully still.“Nathaniel runs comms,” she continues, not looking at him, all business. “From the car. He’s got eyes on the building; he’s in our ears; he pulls us out if it goes sideways. He does not come inside

EMBER’S POVAnd there it is. The thing under all of it.Because Nathaniel isn’t just his beta.They’ve fought every fight together, been there for each other through every chapter, and now, he would be damning all that.He would be losing his brother.I pull him in. I wrap my arms around him tight and press my face into his chest and hold on, and I feel him fold around me, his chin dropping to the top of my head, his arms banding tight like I’m the only solid thing in the room.“It hurts because you love him,” I say into his chest. “That’s the whole answer, Knox. It’s not a sign you made the wrong choice. It’s a sign you made the right one, and it cost you something real, and it’s supposed to.” I tighten my hold. “The right thing isn’t the thing that feels good. Sometimes the right thing is the thing that guts you, and you do it anyway, because you’re the kind of man who does the hard right thing instead of the easy wrong one. That’s why you’re a good king. That’s why you’re a good ma

EMBER’S POV“Get your hands off me—” Marjorie wrenches free of Daxon, breathing hard, and rounds on me, and her eyes are wet and blazing, and there’s something in them I can’t read. “You have no idea what you’ve just done. No idea. You think you’ve saved them. You think you’re the hero of this, don’t you, riding in with your guards—”“I think you’re doing something to vulnerable women that you refuse to explain,” I say coldly, “and I think an innocent person doesn’t fight three people to keep it hidden. So here’s what happens now, Marjorie. The girls stay inside. And you—” I hold her furious gaze, and I make the decision because I have watched Knox get gutted by people he trusted one too many times, and I will not stand here and let it happen again. “I’m giving you twenty-four hours.”“Twenty-four hours to what?”“To leave.” I don’t blink. “To pack your things and resign your position and walk out of this house with whatever dignity you have left. Because by the time those twenty-four

KNOX’S POVIt’s past three when I finally give up on the crown for the night and go to her.I shower first, in the dark, because I’ve been in a cold garage and three colder meetings and I’ve got the whole ugly day still on my skin, and I don’t want to bring any of it into that bed.It’s a rule I’ve made without ever saying it aloud: whatever the day is, whatever’s rotting out there in the world with my name on it, I wash it off before I touch her.She gets the clean version. She’s earned the clean version.That’s the whole reason I do any of it, if I’m honest with myself.The councils, the reports, the endless machinery of holding a continent together while everyone else sleeps—I grind through all of it, every night, chasing the one moment I get to walk into that room and find her waiting.A man can carry almost anything if there’s a warm bed and a warmer woman at the end of it. I didn’t use to believe that. I do now.I come out, towelling my hair, and she’s awake.Of course she’s awa

KNOX’S POVShe’s right, Phantom says, low and certain, fully awake now. She’s been right since the first night. The house is wrong.“Ember—”“And the wolf.” She turns to me, and now there’s something almost desperate threading through it. “In the fight. With Hale. I know you decided it was a concussion. I know that’s the sensible answer, and Goddess, you love a sensible answer; you’d file the apocalypse under ‘weather’ if you could.” A humourless breath. “But I know what I felt, Knox. I reached for Sapphire—on purpose, controlled, exactly the way you taught me. And she came. I felt the silver start in my hands. And then Hale did something, and it didn’t falter, it didn’t fumble, it stopped. Like a door slamming shut inside me. Sapphire was there, and then she was gone, and I could not reach her, and that’s when Hale put me on the floor.” Her voice cracks at the edges. “And then the blood from her eyes. And the way she looked older after. Aged. Like the fight peeled years off her right