All Chapters of TRADING MY CHEATING HUSBAND FOR THE LYCAN KING: Chapter 421 - Chapter 430

EEEKKKKK! I am officially DONE plotting out every single chapter until the end of Trading My Cheating Husband for the Lycan King! GUYS. Are you even ready for this?!Spoiler alert: I shed a few tears and my heart is in absolute shambles. But fear not, my loves, it is a happy ending! ...Well, as happy as I can guarantee.I’m both so excited and kind of sad. It feels like I’m already done with the book, but that's just because I finally have a perfectly clear image of how all these crazy pieces come together for the finale.Time to get back to writing!The next chapter is already planned out and halfway written, so I’m diving in now and will hopefully hit upload in the next 5 to 6 hours.I wanted to post this quick update because I know you guys are waiting, and I am so sorry for the delay. I promise the wait is going to be worth it.After all, Hale has been keeping herself very busy lately. And we all love a busy woman, don’t we? LMAOO.

EMBER’S POV“You. Me. Anyone with a fucking heart and mummy-issues.” He says it flat, like arithmetic. “But if you want my opinion? Waiting twenty-six years to hand you thirty seconds of affection is incredibly selfish, which is very on-brand for Devika. It’s a cheap tip left on a massive, overdue bill. She bought her own peace of mind with it, not yours. But she also proved something you needed to know. She proved the problem was never you, Ember. She always had it in her to love you; she was just too much of a coward to do it. So take the thirty seconds. Keep the absolute proof that you were always worth it, and leave the coward who starved you behind on that mountain. Or, if you prefer, I can turn this car around right now and go tell her exactly where she can shove the rest of it. ”A spark of sudden warmth blooms in my chest, pushing through the exhaustion to drag a reluctant smile to my lips.“That really shouldn’t be comforting.”“And yet you’ve stopped picking at the box.”I l

EMBER’S POV“I don’t know!” Queenie sobs. “I-I don’t understand. This has never happened before—this feels like a really bad dream. The other maids are saying the Sovereign is cursed! How else do you explain seven women dying in one night, Ember?”My knees go weak.Before I can completely give out, Knox is there. His hand closes over my shoulder, physically locking me in place.I look up at him, bracing for a reaction, but his jaw is just set tight. He is perfectly, ruthlessly controlled. Every inch the King analysing a fresh problem.“A curse would be the laziest assumption,” Knox says, his flat voice cutting straight through Queenie’s panic.Before she can respond, Nathaniel comes down the steps behind her, and he is her opposite in every direction a man can be.Grey. Buttoned to the throat. Perfectly, horribly composed.His eyes find Queenie, hold half a second too long, then pull away, and he plants himself in that small careful distance he always keeps from her.“The house starte

EMBER’S POVThe air leaves my lungs.Every single eye in the room snaps to me. Even Knox turns his head.A brief flash of confusion at Hale’s sudden pivot flares in his eyes, but it’s immediately replaced by a deep, searching interest.He is looking at me to see what my truth is. To see what I believe.And under the terrifying pressure of the room’s stare, I find something far more terrifying—Knox would take my word over hers in a heartbeat. No questions asked.“I—” I stumble back a half-step. “No. I mean—yes.”A fresh wave of gasps hits the room.“But I don’t think I read the situation correctly!” I add quickly, my heart hammering in my throat. “S-she said she wasn’t trying to hurt them. She said she was protecting them.”Hale lets out a sharp, incredulous scoff.“Protecting them? From what? Or was she trying to lure them out to where she could quietly finish them off without witnesses? Oh, please. What sort of sweet-hearted murderer confesses to their crime? Marjorie is a cold-blood

EMBER’S POVHale’s spiteful eyes flash, and she opens her mouth to fire back—This time, Knox pulls me back and steps between us, more in control than before but absolutely furious.“Hale. Your rooms.” His voice instantly severs the argument. “You’ll stay in them, under armed watch, until this investigation clears you.” A beat. “Or doesn’t.”“You believe her.” The wounded fury in her voice would convince a saint. “Seven bodies in this room, and you’d stand in front of your whole household and treat your own blood like a criminal—”Tears pool in her eyes, spilling over her perfectly flushed cheeks.“I cannot believe this is you. I cannot believe she finally turned my own cousin against me.” Her voice breaks into a desperate, wretched sob. “You have been all I’ve ever had, Knox! And you are letting this… this stranger get between us—”“She is my mate.”Knox’s voice is a dangerous growl that seems to rattle the glass in the windows.“And you will treat your future Luna with your head bowe