TRADING MY CHEATING HUSBAND FOR THE LYCAN KING novel Chapter 100

CHAPTER 68: THE LICENSE PLATE–1

EMBER’S POV

“I can’t say I fully understand why you’d want her here,” he murmurs. “But I know you wouldn’t have asked

if it wasn’t important to you. And whatever led you to that decision… I trust it wasn’t an easy one.”

The understanding in his voice makes something loosen in my chest.

“It wasn’t.”

“Then we’ll figure it out. Together.” Then after a beat, he asks, “Are we still good?”

The question echoes back to hours ago. To the couch and the promise of thirty days and pretending to be

the most nauseating couple in the world.

“We’re still good,” I whisper back. “Still disgustingly in love. Still making Queenie want to vomit.”

The corner of his mouth twitches.

“I believe the agreement was nauseatingly in love.”

“Same thing.”

“It’s really not. Nausea implies a slower build. Disgust is more immediate.” His thumb traces my

cheekbone again, softer now. “I prefer the slow burn.”

“You would.” I manage a small smile despite everything. “Control freak.”

“Guilty.” He presses a kiss to my forehead, lingering there. “We’re still the most insufferable couple at this

Summit. Blood on the floor doesn’t change that.”

“Promise?”

“Promise.” He pulls back just enough to look at me, and there’s something fierce in his eyes underneath the exhaustion. “Rayana in our guest room doesn’t change it either. Nothing changes it. Not tonight. Not for the next thirty days.”

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I want to ask what happens after thirty days. I want to push for more. But I already know his answer, and

I’m too tired to have my heart broken again tonight.

So I just nod and let him hold me.

He still smells like blood and expensive cologne and underneath it all, him.

“I need to meet with Nathaniel,” he says against my hair. “Go over security footage, coordinate the

investigation. It might take a while.”

“I’ll be here.”

He pulls back to look at me. “Get some sleep. You don’t need to sit vigil over her.”

CHAPTER OR THEMENSE PLATE 1

+25 Peints

But I do need to do sornething else. Something can’t tell him about yet because I don’t know what it

means or who to trust.

“I’ll try,” I lie.

He kisses me once, quick and meaningful, then disappears down the hallway toward an office where

Nathaniel is waiting. I watch him go, then head in the opposite direction.

The security suite is two floors down, accessible through the service elevator. I’ve only been there once before when Queenie dragged me along to deliver coffee to Nathaniel during a late night.

The door requires a keycode but Knox gave me his general access a few nights ago for emergencies.

This qualifies.

The suite is dark except for the glow of multiple monitor screens Showing camera feeds from across the

resort.

I find the main terminal and pull up the license plate database, typing in the number Rayana gave me with fingers that won’t stop shaking.

The results load slowly. Too slowly. Each second feels like an hour while I wait for confirmation of what I

already suspect in my gut.

Registered owner: Reeves Holdings LLC. Corporate address in Seattle. Vehicle: black Cadillac Escalade,

registered six months ago.

Reeves.

The name hits me like a punch to the chest.

Logan Reeves. It has to be. It’s too specific to be coincidence.

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