TRADING MY CHEATING HUSBAND FOR THE LYCAN KING novel Chapter 149

CHAPTER 99: A NEW MONSTER–2

I don’t want to promise. Every instinct thave is screaming at me to argue, to demand he let me help, to

refuse to sit here useless while he walks into Goddess knows what.

But there’s something in his face genuine fear. Fear for me.

“Promise me, Ember.”

The words feel like glass in my throat.

“I promise.”

He stares at me for a long moment, like he’s checking whether I mean it, like he’s memorizing my face just in case. Then his expression softens just a fraction.

“I’ll be careful.”

“You’d better be.” My voice comes out fiercer than I intended. “I mean it, Knox. You’d better fucking be careful, because if you die out there, I swear to the Goddess I’ll find a way to bring you back just so I can kill you myself.”

That almost–smile tugs at the corner of his mouth again.

“Noted.”

“Promise me.” I grab his jacket, fisting the material, pulling him closer. “You made me promise. Now you promise me. Promise me you’ll come back.”

His hand comes up to cover mine. Warm. Steady.

“I promise.”

He leans in, and the first kiss is soft. Gentle. The kind of kiss that feels like a question, like he’s asking permission for something neither of us has words for.

I answer by pulling him closer, and the kiss shifts – deeper, harder, his hand sliding into my hair, my fingers

tightening in his jacket.

By the time we break apart, we’re both breathing hard and my lips feel bruised in the best way.

“Stay in the car,” he says again, quieter this time.

Then he’s gone, slipping out into the night, and I’m alone with my pounding heart and the taste of him still

on my lips.

I watch through the windshield as shadows come out of the trees. Knox’s men, dressed in black, armed with weapons I can’t identify from here.

They fall into formation around him without a word, moving like they’ve done this a thousand times, and then they’re heading toward the convoy.

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For a long moment, nothing happens. Snow falls Wind rocks the car gently. Knox’s silhouette stays perfectly still at the edge of the treeline, waiting. The convoy crawls closer.

Closer.

Then everything explodes.

Gunfire rips through the night, sharp and explosive, bouncing off the mountains. The lead SUV’s tires blow and it skids sideways into a snowbank with a crunch of metal I can hear even from here.

Men pour out of the vehicles – Harrison’s men, armed and shouting, taking cover behind the SUVS and returning fire.

Knox moves like nothing I’ve ever seen. He’s in the middle of it before I can blink, tearing through guards like they’re made of paper.

One man raises a gun and Knox breaks his arm before he can pull the trigger. Another tries to run and Knox catches him by the throat, throws him into a tree hard enough that I hear the crack of his spine from the car.

His men fan out around him, efficient and deadly, but Knox is the center of the storm. Untouchable. A one–man tornado. Brutal and ruthless and nothing like the man who gave me a million orgasms.

The second SUV tries to reverse and Knox’s men swarm it, dragging bodies through shattered windows, and I watch it all with my heart in my throat and my hands pressed flat against my thighs, fighting every urge to move.

Being good. Staying in the car. Keeping my promise.

Then I see movement in the trees at the top of the surrounding mountains.

It’s subtle at first – shadows shifting where they shouldn’t. I squint through the windshield, trying to make

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