TRADING MY CHEATING HUSBAND FOR THE LYCAN KING novel Chapter 124

CHAPTER 82: DO YOU LIKE HIM?-2

“Then we leave. We walk out and we never look back and fuck Harrison Crawford and his family dinner.”

“What if-”

“Ember.” He leans his forehead against mine, his breath warm on my lips. “Whatever happens in there, you are not alone. You will never be alone again. Even if this 30 days end, i’d always be in your orbit, as a friend. A big guy you can call on any day. I am right beside you, and I am not going anywhere. Do you understand me?”

I nod, because I can’t speak, because if I try to say anything right now I’ll start sobbing again and I’ve already ruined my makeup enough for one night.

Knox holds me for a long moment, just breathing with me, letting me draw strength from his steadiness until the shaking subsides and my lungs remember how to work properly again.

“Better?” he murmurs.

“Getting there.”

“Good.” He presses a kiss to my forehead, soft and lingering. “Take your time. We don’t move until you’re ready.”

I close my eyes and let myself exist in the safety of his arms for a few more seconds, soaking up his

warmth and his scent and the solid reality of him.

Then I take a deep breath, wipe my eyes with the back of my hand, and nod.

“Okay,” I say. “Okay. I’m ready.”

Knox studies my face like he’s checking my work, then nods and pulls back, sliding across the console to

his own seat.

He reaches for the door handle, and I grab his arm before he can open it.

“Wait.”

He turns back, eyebrows raised.

“I need to tell you something.” I swallow hard, guilt churning in my stomach. “About w–what Rafael said…

The dinner invitation.”

Something flickers in his eyes. A flash of heat, quickly banked.

“I was going to tell you,” I say quickly. “I swear I was. I wasn’t trying to hide it. I just knew that if I told you,

you’d go full caveman and I was trying to figure out how to explain it without you losing your mind.”

Knox frowns. “I don’t go full caveman.”

“You absolutely do.”

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“Knox. You literally growl at waiters who look at me too long.”

“That’s different. That waiter was being disrespectful.”

“He was taking my order.”

“Disrespectfully.”

A laugh bubbles out of me, surprising us both, and something in Knox’s expression melts at the sound. The hard edges soften. The tension in his jaw eases. He leans into my touch when I reach up to cup his face, turning his cheek into my palm like a puppy seeking affection.

“Fine,” he admits, his voice dropping to a low rumble. “Maybe I get a little… territorial.”

“A little?”

“Have you seen yourself?” His hand slides up my thigh, possessive and warm. “It’s hard not to want to torch every man who so much as glances in your direction. Let alone that slimy Spanish bastard who thinks he can just…” He trails off, jaw working.

“Knox.”

“What?”

“Are you pouting right now?”

“I don’t pout.”

“You’re definitely pouting.”

He is. It’s adorable. The Lycan King, pouting like a sulky child because another man dared to breathe in my

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