TRADING MY CHEATING HUSBAND FOR THE LYCAN KING novel Chapter 126

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CHAPTER 83: NEUTRAL TERRITORY

EMBER’S POV

“Your Majesty.” Harrison rises as we approach, inclining his head in a bow that manages to be respectful without being servile. “Thank you for accepting my invitation. I trust the drive was pleasant?”

“Crawford.” Knox’s voice is flat. “Let’s skip the pleasantries.”

“Straight to business, then. I appreciate directness.” Harrison’s gaze slides to me, and something moves behind those cold eyes. “Miss Aragon. Or should I say… the future Lycan Queen?”

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He says it with an unsettling grin, the kind of smile that makes my skin crawl because there’s nothing warm behind it, nothing human.

“That’s not ” I start, flustered. “We haven’t- I mean, Knox and I aren’t-”

Knox goes rigid beside me.

“Nonsense.” Harrison waves a dismissive hand. “Women like you always make the best wives. Easily traded from one arm of one powerful man to another.” His smile widens, and I feel sick. “It’s one of the reasons I found you perfect for Gale, after all.”

The words land like a slap.

Knox’s jaw tightens and I can feel him coiling beside me, ready to strike, but before he can speak I cut in.

“I hate to disappoint you.” My voice comes out steadier than I feel. “But I am no longer that woman. I am

made for no one else but myself.”

Harrison pauses.

For a moment, something shifts across his stone–carved features. Surprise, maybe.

“Is that so?” He studies me for a long moment, and I refuse to shrink under his gaze. “Then I must apologize. I assumed too soon.”

The words sound like an apology but somehow, they don’t.

A servant appears to pull out our chairs and we take our seats, Knox on my left, his hand finding my knee under the table and squeezing once. Grounding me. Reminding me he’s here.

“I hope you don’t mind,” Harrison continues, settling back into his position at the head of the table, “but

I’ve invited a few extra guests. This gathering would be incomplete without them.” His eyes glitter in the candlelight. “I believe you’re already acquainted with Mr. Reeves.”

My stomach drops as I follow his gaze to a figure I hadn’t noticed, seated in the shadows at the far end of

the table.

Logan Reeves.

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He’s dressed impeccably as always, sharp suit and sharper eyes, but there’s nothing polished about the expression on his face.

Pure hatred radiates from him, undisguised and unfiltered, as he watches us from across the table.

The last time I saw him, he looked the most distraught when Gale was dragged away – desperate, broken, murderous. And then there was the thing with Queenie.

Was he the one who sent me that message?

Our eyes meet, and it’s a lot harder to tell with the disintegrating glare he’s fixing on me now.

“More than acquainted,” I say, and I’m proud of how clear my voice sounds. “He fucked my husband.”

Knox adds, with dark amusement: “We don’t like him very much.”

Logan’s smile is acidic. “The feeling is extremely mutual.”

Harrison actually chuckles at that, an open, delighted sound that makes my skin crawl because it sounds so genuine despite everything.

“It has been quite some time since I’ve witnessed such youthful exuberance,” he says. “But for tonight, this is neutral territory. No blood shall be spilled on my floor.” A pause, his eyes glittering with something unsettling. “Perhaps outside the gates, if the mood strikes.”

I don’t know how to respond to that, so I say nothing.

“Now,” Harrison continues, checking an expensive watch, “we would begin, but I am expecting a few more guests. This gathering would be quite incomplete without-”

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