All Chapters of TRADING MY CHEATING HUSBAND FOR THE LYCAN KING: Chapter 381 - Chapter 390

EMBER’S POVI stroll down the line.I make it slow. I clasp my hands behind my back and move down the gallery of oiled, waiting men like a general reviewing troops she finds personally disappointing.And I feel Knox’s glare burning a hole clean through my spine the whole way, and I have never in my life enjoyed anything more.I stop at the first. He’s enormous, a wall of muscle, arms like historical columns, and he flexes for me, helpful.“Mm.” I tilt my head. I reach out and poke him, one finger into a bicep the approximate size of my skull, and he holds the flex, hopeful, quivering. “No. Too muscular. I want a man who can move, darling, not a man who can bench a piano. What would I even do with all this — send him to fetch things off high shelves? Next.”Behind me, through the mask, low and strangled: “Ember.”I sail on to the next.Lean, sharp-faced, a scar splitting one eyebrow, radiating violence. I circle him, slow, appraising. I lean in, and I sniff, delicately, and wrinkle my

EMBER’S POV“You stupid girl,” she hisses. “You stupid, reckless, selfish girl. You never think. You have never once in your life stopped to think before you fling yourself headlong into a thing — do you know whose house this is? Do you have any idea what these people do to those who lie their way onto their floors?” Her hands come up to her mouth, and she’s not even fully talking to me now; she’s talking to the room, to herself. “She’s buried herself. She’s walked in here and buried herself alive, and she’s dragged me down into the hole right beside her; of course she has, because that is what she does- that has always been what she—”“Mother, stop.” I’m on my feet now, hands out, gentling, pleading. “You’re spiralling. Nothing has to happen here. Nobody has to know anything. I am begging you — sit down, take a breath, and just talk to me. We only want to talk—”“We?”And her eyes snap past my shoulder.To the masked, silent bodyguard standing behind me. To the wall of black she’s be

EMBER’S POV“That is enough, Knox Volkov.” Her breath saws against my ear. “Or I redecorate this floor with your girl’s skull. Drop the men, drop the chain, and get down. Now.”Knox goes still.He turns, slow, and takes in the sight of my own mother holding a gun to my head.“Let her go,” he growls, dropping the rogue in his grip and diving forward.Bang.The gunshot cuts through the casino noise. A bullet buries itself into the floorboards an inch from Knox’s brogues, stopping his charge instantly.Devika grinds the hot barrel violently into the base of my skull. Before I can gasp, her free hand whips around my waist.The cold, wicked edge of a hunting knife presses hard against my ribs, the tip digging through my dress and biting sharply into my skin.“Get on the floor!” Devika shrieks, frantic and completely unhinged. “Do not play with me!”My heart races, a frantic drumbeat hammering against my ribs.“She’s bluffing, Knox,” I choke out, locking eyes with him.“I am not,” Devika hi

EMBER’S POV“Silas!” Devika shrieks from the floor, her composure shattering. “Don’t just stand there, kill him! Butcher him right this second!”Silas doesn’t even glance at her. He just chuckles, a dark, rumbling sound that vibrates through the massive room.He steps closer, his dark eyes looking Knox up and down, dissecting the heavy rise and fall of the Alpha’s chest.“You bluff well for a man who doesn’t look so good,” Silas murmurs, highly amused. “What’s wrong, Wolf King? Your woman didn’t fuck you well enough before you came?”A guttural, chest-rattling growl rips out of Knox.Silas’s smile widens.“Or let me guess. Dead-nettle poison to mask your scent?”My heart drops straight into my stomach.I stare at the massive crime lord, completely paralysed. He figured it out.He took one look at Knox’s slowed reflexes, the blood that wasn’t clotting, and he decoded the exact poison we used in a matter of seconds.Silas chuckles again, shaking his head slowly like he is watching toddl

EMBER’S POVIn that moment, I almost murder her.Matricide.My claws are already out in a blink, moving to slash right through her neck, when Knox’s firm arms band like iron around my waist, hauling me violently backward away from the despicable piece of shit.“Breathe, baby,” Knox rasps into my ear, his solid chest expanding against my back as he holds me flush against him. “We can’t kill her yet. Not without getting your answers first.” He presses a hot, rough kiss into my hair, his golden eyes locked purely on my mother. “The second she talks, I promise I will hand you the pleasure myself.”“Devika,” Silas growls. “Watch your filthy mouth in front of the girl.” He drags a huge hand down his scarred face and shakes his head slowly, and when he speaks again it’s almost to himself, weary to the bone. “Fifty years. Fifty years I have wondered what my mother did to offend the Goddess so badly that she cursed her with a daughter this foul. Fifty years, and I still don’t have an answer.”