TRADING MY CHEATING HUSBAND FOR THE LYCAN KING novel Chapter 151

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CHAPTER 100: KNOX, WAKE UP!-2

“Knox.”

I shake his shoulder. Nothing.

“Knox, please.”

Harder. Still nothing. My hands find his face, his neck, searching desperately for a pulse, for any sign that he’s still alive under all that blood.

Silence where his heartbeat should be.

“Please.” The word comes out as a whisper, barely audible over the wind. “Please, I need you.”

I’m shaking him with both hands now, desperate, frantic, completely out of my mind. My palms slip on the blood covering his chest.

I press down on one of the wounds, trying to stop the bleeding, knowing it’s useless, knowing there are too many holes in him for pressure to help.

“Please wake up.”

Louder now. My voice cracking on the words.

“Knox, please. I need you. Please wake up.”

I’m crying. I don’t know when I started. Tears hot on my frozen cheeks, dripping onto his face, mixing with his blood. I shake him again. Slap his cheek gently, then harder, then as hard as I can.

Nothing.

Nothing.

Nothing.

“PLEASE!” I’m screaming now, the word ripping out of my throat like something being torn loose. “WAKE UP! I NEED YOU! YOU CAN’T DIE. Y–YOU CAN’T FUCKING DIE!”

Thirty seconds feels like thirty years.

I’m shaking him with both hands now, desperate, frantic, completely out of my mind. My palms slip on the blood covering his chest.

I press down on one of the wounds, trying to stop the bleeding, knowing it’s useless, knowing there are too many holes in him for it to matter.

“I never told you,” I choke out, the words breaking apart before they fully form. “I never told you that I might

– fuck, Knox, please. PLEASE.”

I pound his chest with my fists. Once. Twice. Three times.

CHAPTER 100 KNER, WAKE UP!

“You’re the fucking Lycan King! You said so yourself!” Another pound. “WAKE UP” Another. “WAKE. UP”

The tears are coming so fast now I can barely see. I’m sobbing, shaking, falling apart in the bloody snow with his body growing colder under my hands.

I look around, desperate for help, and my stomach drops.

The arrows didn’t just hit Knox. His men are scattered across the snow, bodies everywhere, and Harrison’s guards are reassembling at a speed that shouldn’t be possible.

Nathaniel is still fighting, holding them off, but he’s overwhelmed, outnumbered.

And Harrison – that old fucker stands at the edge of the treeline exactly where he was before. Just watching. Waiting. Like he wants to make sure. Like he needs to see with his own eyes that he killed the Lycan King.

We can’t let him win. We can’t. Knox can’t die here, in the snow, with that bastard watching like it’s entertainment.

“Please, I need you, please wake up.”

Over and over. The same words. Pounding against his chest between each one.

“Please, baby, I need you, please wake-”

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