TRADING MY CHEATING HUSBAND FOR THE LYCAN KING novel Chapter 158

CHAPTER 106: WHY, NATHANIEL?-1

KNOX’S POV

I wake up to pain.

Not the sharp, clean kind that tells you where you’re hurt and how badly.

This is something deeper, something that’s crawled into my bones and made itself at home, throbbing in time with my heartbeat like a second pulse made entirely of fire.

My skull feels like someone’s taken an axe to it from the inside, and when I try to open my eyes, the light stabs at them.

Ember.

The name tears through the fog before anything else. Before I remember where I am or how I got here or why my body feels like it’s been dragged through hell and back.

Before the flashes start – arrows raining down, blood on snow, Harrison’s arm ripping free from his body,

Nathaniel’s face as the needle slid into my

neck.

Ember. Where is Ember?

I try to sit up and my body screams in protest, every muscle locking up like they’ve forgotten how to work.

There’s a hand on my chest, pushing me back down, and a voice I don’t recognize saying something about vitals and wolfsbane levels and staying still, but I don’t give a fuck about any of that.

“Where is she?” The words come out as a growl, barely human, and the hand on my chest flinches back.

“Your Majesty, you need to-

“WHERE IS SHE?”

I force my eyes open despite the agony and find myself staring at an unfamiliar ceiling in an unfamiliar

r

room.

Warehouse. We’re at the warehouse – the safehouse Nathaniel set up weeks ago, the one we were supposed to use if everything went to shit.

Which means we made it off that mountain. Which means someone got us out.

Which means Ember might be-

“She’s alive.”

Nathaniel’s voice cuts through the panic, steady and calm in a way that makes me want to put my fist through his face.

He’s standing in the doorway with his arms crossed, watching me struggle against my own broken body with an expression I can’t read.

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“The woman is alive,” he repeats. “Stable. Resting in the next room.”

The relief that floods through me is so intense it almost knocks me back down.

She’s alive. She’s alive Whatever the fuck happened on that mountain, whatever was making her burn in my arms, she survived it.

But I need to see her. I need to touch her feel her breathing, confirm with my own hands that she’s still in this world.

I try to sit up again and a man I don’t recognize steps into my line of sight – middle–aged, graying at the temples, wearing the kind of expression doctors wear when they’re about to deliver bad news.

He’s holding a tablet and frowning at it like the numbers on the screen have personally offended him.

“Your Majesty, I need you to remain still. You took a significant amount of wolfsbane into your bloodstream, along with another compound we haven’t fully identified yet. Some sort of poison, possibly meant to work in conjunction with the wolfsbane. By all accounts, that combination should have been

lethal to any average wolf.”

“I’m not an average wolf.”

“No.” The doctor’s frown deepens as he scrolls through something on his tablet. “No, you’re not. And

neither, it seems, is the woman.”

That gets my attention, I stop fighting against my body long enough to look at him properly.

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