TRADING MY CHEATING HUSBAND FOR THE LYCAN KING novel Chapter 110

CHAPTER 74: ONE THRUST AWAY–2

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He helps me down from the counter and stalks toward the guest room with the energy of a man who has never been more sexually frustrated in his entire life.

I stay in the kitchen letting my heart rate return to something approaching normal. My thighs are slick, my p***y throbbing and empty, aching with the fullness I was seconds away from having. He was RIGHT

THERE.

I could feel him. One thrust. One single thrust.

Rayana is going to pay for this.

The morning crawls by in a haze of demands and adjustments. Water complaints – too much ice, not enough ice, “acceptable, barely.” Pillow emergencies. The curtains are letting in too much light. No, now

there’s not enough light. The temperature is too cold. Now it’s too warm.

By noon, I’m ready to help Knox bury her in those mountains.

Around eleven, a resort courier arrives with a formal envelope bearing the Crawford family crest.

Knox takes it at the door, his expression hardening as he reads the contents.

“What is it?” I ask.

“Harrison Crawford.” He hands me the card, and the weight of it feels heavier than paper should.” Requesting our presence at dinner tonight. To discuss ‘the situation‘ before the Summit officially ends.”

Harrison Crawford.

The name hits me like cold water. I remember him from my mating ceremony–an older alpha with iron–gray hair and a face that looked carved from granite.

He hadn’t smiled once during the entire event. Not during the vows. Not during the reception. Not even

when his son sealed the bond that was supposed to last a lifetime. fetime.

I remember thinking he looked like a man who should be commanding armies, not attending weddings.

The kind of alpha who filled a room with silence just by entering it. Intimidating in a way that had nothing to do with aggression and everything to do with absolute, unshakeable authority.

I never knew him well enough to know if he was cruel. Just that standing near him made me want to

shrink into myself and disappear.

And now he wants to have dinner.

“We’re supposed to be at the Summit’s final dinner tonight,” I say slowly, frowning at the invitation.

“Fuck the Summit dinner.” Knox tosses the invitation onto the counter. “And fuck Harrison Crawford. We don’t owe that family anything. Gale’s in custody, the divorce is being processed, the Crawfords are no

longer our problem.”

CHAPTER 24–ONE THRUST AWAY–2

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He’s right. We don’t have to go. Knox is the Lycan King–he doesn’t answer to anyone, least of all the father

of the man who abused me.

But something settles in my chest as look at that invitation. Something that feels like unfinished

business.

“I want to go,” I hear myself say.

Knox’s head snaps toward me. “What?”

“I want to go.” I pick up the invitation, running my thumb over the Crawford crest embossed. “This

marriage began with his family. With an alliance and a contract and me being traded like property.” I meet

Knox’s eyes. “I want it to end with them too. On my terms. Looking Harrison Crawford in the face and

burning whatever is left of that shitty alliance”

Knox studies me for a long moment. I can see him weighing it, calculating risks and rewards.

“You’re sure?”

“I’m sure.” I set my jaw. “I want closure. Real closure. Not hiding from the Crawfords for the rest of my life

because I’m scared of a dinner invitation.”

Something shifts in his expression. Pride, maybe. Or understanding.

“Then we go.” He pulls out his phone, already texting Nathaniel. “But we go prepared. And if Harrison Crawford says one wrong word to you, I’m ending dinner early.”

“Fair enough.”

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