Semua Bab TRADING MY CHEATING HUSBAND FOR THE LYCAN KING: Bab 401 - Bab 410

EMBER’S POVShe looks at me across the table, dead-eyed, beaten down to the bone, and she does not hide a single bit of her resentment.“Yes, Ember. You. You were the pregnancy that got me caught. You were the thing that cost me the palace and the expensive silk and the man I loved and the only happiness I was ever given. You ruined my entire life by the simple act of beginning to exist, and I have never once in my years been able to look at your face without seeing everything I lost. So when you ask me why I could never love you the way a mother’s meant to—there. There’s your answer. You were my new grave. My new permanent mountain. Tell me how a woman learns to love her own captor.”“I was your child!” I spit, the words tearing out of my throat before I can stop them. I slam my hands down, the rage blinding me. “Your own blood! You do not get to blame me for decisions you made long before I was even born! It is your fault you are in this mess. It is your fault your life got destroye

EMBER’S POVAnd finally, it all hits me. The crushing weight of every truth Devika has spilt about my origins.The crushing realisation that I was never of Northern descent.I was Eastern.I was of royal Eastern blood.Ember of Caelora?My heart races, dread eating up my insides.Rhovan.Lord Rhovan of Caelora.My father is an Eastern Queen’s chosen mate, a man who dreamed of overthrowing his own wife, and his blood has been in me my whole life while no one ever told me.The realisation hits me so hard I can barely breathe, bringing Sapphire’s glazed eyes and cryptic words from my trance back to the surface.She had told me herself that when my own people find me, they’d kill me.I finally understand.My own people. The East.If the Alpha Queen ever discovers the bastard daughter her husband created with his secret whore, she will burn the world down to see me dead.I am the living evidence of a royal treason, and yet I have spent years believing I was an omega nobody. Meanwhile, the

EMBER’S POVShe leans in, and that’s when the dread starts to build in her voice.“You have to understand what that meant, Ember. Esmerelda watched it happen from the inside, and it terrified even her. Isolde bluffed all she could, parading Elara as the chosen one, but the people are as clever as their queen, and they refused to be fooled for too long. A Caelora without the Silver Wolf is a wounded thing, and every hungry house in the East could smell it. The queen with no god. The throne with no teeth. Isolde grew more frightened every season the wolf stayed lost, and a frightened Isolde is a monstrous one, because that woman answers fear with blood. Executions. Purges. Anyone who whispered that the Silver Maiden might be gone for good simply vanished. The whole court began walking on glass, waiting, praying one of the girls would manifest and end it. And they never did. Because the Maiden was already gone.” Her eyes fix on me. “She’d already chosen. She’d followed your father’s esse

EMBER’S POV“So they gave up,” Devika says. “Esmerelda gave up. When the ritual failed the third time, she told me the truth, plainly, the way only she ever did. That the Maiden had chosen you and would not be moved, not by ritual, not by anything, and that meant there was only one thing left to do. If we couldn’t take the god out of you, we had to keep her asleep inside you. Forever. Buried so deep she never woke, never blazed, never gave Isolde a single thread to follow home.” Her eyes lift to mine, wet now. “That’s when the higher grade pills began, Ember. They knocked off most of your childhood memories. Everything your wolf had touched was simply beyond reach. And they made you useless. Not just weak, but too docile to lash out. Too docile to feel emotions strong enough to reach your wolf. I don’t know where I went wrong, or how you were able to break through and reach your wolf. But everything I did, I did to hide you. To keep a wolf leashed so that the most dangerous woman in t

EMBER’S POV“You don’t want to wake her, Ember.”“I—”“Are you actually trying to get us killed?” She leans across the table, the fear back and as naked as the sun. “Listen to me, you foolish girl. There is no waking Sapphire without waking Isolde. You don’t get to just reach for that god without lighting a beacon across the entire East. The second you do, every single soul who ever carried that essence feels it—and the Queen feels it most of all. Waking your wolf is begging for an execution. It’s sending up a flare reading ‘yoo-hoo, here I am, come slaughter me.’ You cannot have one without the other. The very power you think you want is exactly what will pull your death right down on your head.” Her voice drops. “That is the trap of you. That is the trap Esmerelda saw the second you drew breath. The only thing in this world that can save you from Isolde is the exact thing that will bring her straight to your door.”The room has gone cold.“But I’ve already touched her,” I say slowly