All Chapters of TRADING MY CHEATING HUSBAND FOR THE LYCAN KING: Chapter 431 - Chapter 440

EMBER’S POVAnd the horrible part, the part that shuts my mouth entirely, is that it isn’t mad.Line it up the exact way she saw it, and I would have locked me up too.A strange new woman comes into the family house, showing signs and doing things that were not only horrific, but perfectly in tune with the only other devil she knows.So of course Marjorie, in all her wise years and stellar intuition, made us both out to be partners in the exact same crime.I let out a long-suffering sigh, pinching the bridge of my nose as a fresh headache starts to build.“She lured me in there.”It comes out quiet. Marjorie blinks. She was clearly braced for me to scream back, or maybe for my final act of villainy and laughter.“Do you hear me?” I take a step in, pressing right up against the iron. “I did not know whose room that was. Hale knew I was desperate to reach my wolf so I could save my friend, and she offered to help me. She lured me in there playing the kind cousin. She promised to leave m

EMBER’S POVHer face pales. Her brows pull into a tight furrow as she drags the memory back to the surface.“I didn’t read the exact hour off a clock, if that’s the stick you’ve come to beat me with,” she says, her voice hard. “I read it off Hale.”I freeze.“I watched her linger around that wing when she had absolutely no business being there,” Marjorie says, her chest rising. “I watched her slip out of those girls’ rooms in the dead of night. And every single time she walked away, their fever spiked. Every time she hovered over their beds, they faded a little more. I can’t tell you exactly what she wanted, but she always had this sudden, strange fixation on them right before they fell ill. Inviting them to shop with her, showering them with treats, insisting they join her for her hobbies.”I stare at her, the breath completely knocked out of me.Hale has been fixated on me for quite a while now, too.“The first night I tried to get the girls out and got stopped by the guard,” Marjor

EMBER’S POVMy mouth goes dry. A sickening weight drops in my stomach.A whirlwind of thoughts tears through my mind.Is Marjorie actually trying to say that Hale’s grandmother had something to do with the feral gene? The same madness that destroyed Knox’s family?But how could that possibly be? The feral gene was generational. It was a curse in their bloodline. Knox told me so himself.Marjorie’s words make absolutely no sense. What could Hale’s grandmother possibly gain from poisoning her own family?“A-And you had the same dream?”She nods, slow.“Weeks back. First time in my whole life.”My heart pounds now, a fresh dread spreading faster by the second.“And what exactly did you see, Marjorie?”“I saw multiple red moons, cast right over the Sovereign.”“M-Multiple? Was it seven?”She lifts her head. Her bloodshot eyes come to mine, and they don’t waver.“Sixty-three.”The air seizes in my lungs. Everything inside me goes dead still.For a second, my mind goes completely blank, gra

EMBER’S POVMarjorie gasps softly. Her eyes go wide, the shock registering for only a split second before her face twists into a fierce, defensive scowl.“Don’t patronise me,” Marjorie spits. “You don’t have to say that just to make me feel better, or to try and mock me.”“I am being entirely serious, Marjorie.” I step closer to the iron, forcing her to look at me. “I saw it with my own eyes. On the day I sparred with her, when she blocked off my wolf. I thought I had hit my head too hard. She aged right in front of me. She was still Hale, but… withered. Knox did not see it, and I thought I was crazy all this while. She bled from her eyes, too.”“And heaved with so much fatigue,” Marjorie whispers, everything clicking, lining up.“Yes! She seemed physically exhausted. And yet, after the deaths of the maids, she looks far more revived than she ever has.”“She drained them,” Marjorie breathes out, a fresh wave of horror washing over her face. “Goddess above. She was feeding on my poor g

EMBER’S POVKnox looks back down at me.“Every piece of evidence points to Marjorie. Every testimony mentions accounts of her. Did you ask her where she had been last night? Ember, there’s hard proof of her exit from the cells. There’s proof of the tampering of her garden. There’s proof the guard’s keys are missing. Accepting this to be Marjorie makes it clean. And fuck, it hurts, but I’ll get her the best lawyer across the North. She’ll plead insanity, and her late mother’s medical history makes it completely plausible. I know the woman I grew up with would never willingly harm those girls. I know, and I trust that that version of her has been twisted by the same madness that took her mother. We do this, and we put an end to a political disaster.”“Are you listening to yourself?” I whisper tightly between us. “Goddess, Knox. This is already a fucking disaster. We’re shit deep in this entire mess, and the Council will take advantage of this either way.” I step closer, sliding my hands