TRADING MY CHEATING HUSBAND FOR THE LYCAN KING novel Chapter 111

CHAPTER 75: BIRTH CONTROL–1

EMBER’S POV

“I need to run to the clinic.

Knox looks up from his phone, distracted by whatever security nightmare Nathaniel is updating him on.

“Everything okay?”

“Dr. Patel has fresh bandages ready for Rayana’s dressing change.” I grab my jacket from the back of the chair. “Figured I’d pick them up before the nurse gets here.”

“Want me to come with you?”

“And leave Rayana unsupervised?” I raise an eyebrow. “She’ll probably rearrange your entire office out of

spite. Or seduce the room service guy just to have an audience.”

That earns me a small smile, tired but real.

“Fair point. Hurry back?”

“Always.”

The resort corridors are quieter than I’ve seen them all week. Most guests are packing, preparing to leave after tonight’s closing ceremony.

The frantic Christmas energy of the Summit has mellowed into something almost peaceful, like the exhale

after holding your breath too long.

I should feel relieved. The trial is over. Gale is in custody. The council cleared Knox’s name and granted us thirty days to prove our relationship is real.

Thirty days.

The number keeps circling back, no matter how hard I try to shake it.

Dr. Patel’s office is tucked into the medical wing’s far corner, past the main treatment rooms and the small

pharmacy that caters to wolf–specific needs. The door is open when I arrive, and I’m about to knock when

I hear voices inside.

“-one packet per day, same time each morning. It’s effective for approximately four weeks, so you’ll need

to return for a refill if you want continued coverage.”

Thank you, Dr. Patel. I appreciate you being so discreet.”

“That’s what I’m here for.”

A woman emerges from the office – young, well–dressed, one of the Summit attendees I vaguely recognize from the cocktail reception. She tucks a small package into her purse as she passes me, offering a polite smile that doesn’t reach her eyes.

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Birth control.

The realization settles into my bones like frost creeping across a window.

+25 Paints

I stand there for a moment, frozen in the doorway, my mind suddenly racing down paths I wasn’t prepared

to walk today.

Knox’s hands on me this morning. His ck pressed against my entrance, one thrust away from being

inside me. The club last night, the bathroom, every heated moment we’ve stolen since this arrangement

began.

We haven’t been careful. Not once.

“Miss Aragon?” Dr. Patel appears in her doorway, reading glasses perched on her nose, silver–streaked hair pulled back in a practical bun. “I have those bandages ready for you. Come in.”

Her office is small but warm. Certificates crowd the walls alongside what looks like hand–drawn artwork

from children – patients, maybe, or grandchildren.

A potted fern sits on her windowsill, slightly overgrown, and there’s a mug on her desk that says “World’s

Okayest Doctor” in peeling letters.

She catches me looking at it and smiles.

“Gift from my daughter. She thinks she’s hilarious.” Dr. Patel settles into her chair and gestures for me to sit. “The bandages are in that bag by the door. Medical–grade, should last until I check on Miss Cross

tomorrow.”

“Thank you.” I don’t move toward the bag. My feet feel rooted to the floor. “Dr. Patel, can I ask you

something? It’s… personal.”

Her expression shifts, sharpening with professional attention even as it softens with something almost

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