All Chapters of TRADING MY CHEATING HUSBAND FOR THE LYCAN KING: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

EMBER'S POVKnox's tongue is inside me before my brain comes online.I'm floating somewhere between a really good dream and an even better reality, my thighs already spread, my hips already rolling toward heat and pressure and wet, relentless strokes that have no business feeling this good this early.A sound escapes me—something between a moan and a confused whimper—and I hear him chuckle against my pussy like he's been waiting for exactly that reaction."There she is." His voice is a rough morning pitch, muffled against my folds. "Thought you were going to sleep through the best part.""Wha—" My fingers find his hair before my eyes find the ceiling. "Knox, what are you—oh god—"He sucks my clit into his mouth and my question dissolves into a gasp that's probably embarrassingly loud. My back arches off the mattress.My thighs try to close around his head but his hands are already there, pinning them apart, holding me open wh

EMBER'S POVNathaniel's jaw tightens. "If the council rules in Gale's favor, he has legal grounds to demand your return. Physically. The council can compel it—they have enforcement mechanisms that even Knox would have trouble circumventing, especially if it's a formal ruling. You'd be back in Shadowmoon Pack territory as Gale's legal mate, and there might be no room for divorce."My hands start to shake.Back to Gale. Back to that house that smells like expensive furniture and despair.Back to watching him leave in the middle of the night to meet Logan, back to feeling myself shrink smaller with each passing day until there's nothing left of me but a shell that knows how to smile on command."That's not happening." Knox's voice is brutal ice. "Run through their evidence. All of it."Nathaniel does. He outlines the charges, the testimonies they've gathered, the "documentation of instability" that Gale's team has somehow manufactured.Witness statements from pack members who barely knew

EMBER'S POV"That sounds like a terrible investment.""The best ones usually do.""And if I told him you bribed your way into this?""He'd probably challenge me to a duel. Very dramatic. Lots of growling." Rafael glances back at me, amused. "Would you like to watch? I hear modern women love that."I shouldn't smile. I definitely shouldn't smile.My lips twitch anyway."There it is." His voice softens. "You should do that more often.""Do what?""Stop holding your breath."The observation lands somewhere uncomfortable. I look away, focusing on the path, the fake snow, the ridiculous Christmas decorations everywhere.We walk in silence for a moment. He finds the icicle before I do, plucks it from a low branch, adds it to our basket. His movements are easy, unhurried. Like he has nowhere else to be."You're not what I expected," I admit."Let me guess. You expected more teeth

EMBER'S POVThe council antechamber is our impending guillotine.I'm still riding the high of Knox's public declaration on the terrace, still feeling the subtle warmth of his arm around my waist as he announced to half the Summit that I'm his fated mate.Well, it’s a lie. But it’s one that lights up my insides and releases a flutter of butterfly in my lower belly.The whispers haven't stopped since we left the Christmas games.People are looking at me differently now—with curiosity, with envy, with the kind of calculating interest that comes from realizing the nobody omega just became someone worth knowing.Then we walk into the antechamber, and my blood turns to ice.My mother is here.She's draped on the arm of a silver-haired man like she was born there, her designer dress catching the light, her amber eyes bright with the particular satisfaction of a chess player who's just cornered her opponent's king.

EMBER'S POVKnox pivots, because Knox always pivots.His voice is controlled but I can hear the edge underneath, the barely restrained fury at being cornered."The recording is from day one. It doesn't reflect where we are now. Arrangements change. Feelings develop. What started as practical—""How convenient," Elder James cuts in, his voice dripping with contempt. "You claim genuine feelings only after being caught lying about the sacred fated bond. Only after your deception has been exposed for the entire Summit to witness. Forgive me, Lycan King, if the council finds this counter-response somewhat... suspicious."The trap has snapped shut.Knox realizes it at the same moment I do—there's no defense that doesn't sound like another lie.Every word he says now will be filtered through the knowledge that he's already deceived this council about something sacred.Our credibility is gone.And without credibilit