TRADING MY CHEATING HUSBAND FOR THE LYCAN KING novel Chapter 153

CHAPTER 101: RUN!-2

Gale.

He must have somehow escaped during the chaos. His face is bloody, hand roughly bandaged from where Harrison stabbed, his eyes are wild, and there’s something in his expression I’ve never seen before – or maybe I’ve always seen it and just called it something else. –

Love. Devotion. The look of a man with absolutely nothing left to lose.

He hauls me up by my hair, fist tangled in the strands, pulling so hard my scalp screams with pain. His other hand clamps around my throat before I can make a sound.

“Going somewhere?”

His grip tightens. I claw at his wrist but the drugs have made me weak and he’s so much stronger than me, he’s always been so much stronger, and I’m only just now understanding how much he held back during our marriage just to make me think I had a chance of fighting back.

He starts walking, dragging me with him. Away from the car. Away from the clearing. Into the dark trees

where no one will see, where no one will hear, where he can take his time.

My feet scramble for purchase in the snow. His hand crushes my windpipe.

“I thought about this, you know.” His voice is conversational, almost pleasant, like we’re catching up over coffee. “Every single night in that stupid cell. Every day of that Summit. How I was going to do it. What I

was going to say. How long I was going to make it last.”

I can’t breathe. Black spots are dancing at the edges of my vision. My fingers tear at his grip but I might as well be trying to bend steel bars.

“Killing you quick felt like a waste.” He stops walking and slams me against a tree so hard my skull bounces off the bark, stars exploding behind my eyes. His face hovers inches from mine, close enough that I can see every fleck of madness in his eyes. “You deserve to know, Ember. You deserve to understand exactly what you did. This is your fault. All of it. Everything that happened tonight, everything that’s about to happen – it’s because of you. If you’d just stayed. If you’d just behaved. If you’d just been a good fucking wife-”

His hand squeezes tighter. The world goes gray at the edges.

“But no. You couldn’t do that, could you? You had to run. Had to find someone new. Had to spread your legs for the fucking Lycan King and parade around with him like the whore you’ve always been.”

He loosens his grip just enough to let me suck in one desperate, gasping breath. Then he squeezes again. Playing with me. Enjoying himself.

“You know what’s funny?” His voice drops to something almost tender. “I didn’t actually want to kill you. Not really. I just wanted you back. Wanted things the way they used to be, when you knew your place,

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when you understood that you belonged to me.” He leans closer, his breath hot and rotten on my face.” But now? After everything you’ve done? Now I’m going to enjoy this.”

He throws me to the ground.

I land hard, all the air rushing out of my lungs, and before I can even think about getting up he’s on me. Straddling my hips. Pinning me down.

Both hands wrapping around my throat, properly this time, thumbs digging into my windpipe with clear intent.

This is it. This is how I die.

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