TRADING MY CHEATING HUSBAND FOR THE LYCAN KING novel Chapter 168

CHAPTER 113: THE LOVELY MS. CHAMBERLAIN

EMBER’S POV

I shake my head, frustration and confusion tangling together.

“Why would she hide it? Who was she hiding it from? She knew how pathetic I felt. She knew how much I hated being so fragile, so easily broken. Why would she intentionally keep me in the dark and steal this from me?” My voice cracks. “Can it even be undone? What was in those drugs?”

The questions spiral faster than I can catch them, and suddenly there’s a pressure building behind my eyes, a migraine clawing its way to the surface.

I grip my head with both hands, trying to breathe through it.

Knox pulls me back against his chest without hesitation, his hand smoothing over my hair.

“Shhh.” His voice is low and soothing. “Maybe this isn’t the best time to spiral or obsess over the

disastrous wonders of Devika Aragon.”

A snort escapes me despite everything.

“It’s Devika Chamberlain now.”

He chuckles, the sound rumbling through his chest.

“Well, we’ll have to pay an unsavory visit to the lovely Ms. Chamberlain eventually. But for now, I don’t want you worrying about this.” His arms tighten around me “Omega or not, you’re amazing. And whatever

version of Sapphire you met in that dream she’s still you, Ember. She’s always been you.”

I’m quiet for a moment, letting his words settle over me. Then I look up at him.

“Do you

think I can see her again?” I ask softly. “She said the near–death situation gave us a brief tear in the barriers. Like that’s the only reason I could finally reach her.”

Knox hums thoughtfully, his thumb tracing absent patterns on my shoulder.

“I think if she reached out to you once, she’ll reach out again. And you’ll reach her too.” He presses a kiss to my temple. “You both will.”

I wish I could also ask; but what about the part where you kill Rafael? The part were you kill me? Where

does it even fit in?

A knock at the door makes us both tense.

Knox shifts instinctively, positioning himself between me and whoever’s about to enter, and the

casualness of his protection – the way he does it without even thinking – makes something warm bloom in my chest despite everything.

“Come in,” he calls.

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A man I don’t recognize steps into the room.

Middle aged, graying at the temples, carrying himself with the clinical detachment of someone who’s spent too many years seeing too many things to be surprised by any of them.

He’s holding a tablet, and the way he’s frowning at it suggests the data is personally offending him.

“Ah, she’s awake. Good.” He moves toward the bed with brisk efficiency. “I’m Dr. Langford. I’ve been monitoring your condition since you arrived. How are you feeling?”

“Confused,” I admit. “Sore. Exhausted.”

“All expected, given what you’ve been through.” He begins his examination – temperature, pulse, pupil response, a series of questions I answer on autopilot while my mind churns with everything Sapphire showed me.

Knox doesn’t move from his position beside me, watching the doctor’s every movement with barely concealed impatience.

When the examination is complete, Dr. Langford stares at his tablet for a long moment. The frown

deepens.

“Well?” Knox’s voice is sharp with impatience.

“She’s perfectly healthy.”

I blink. “I’m sorry?”

“More than healthy, actually.” Dr. Langford sounds almost annoyed about it, like my survival is a personal insult to his medical expertise. “Your vitals are better now than they were when you arrived. The wolfsbane has been completely metabolized, as has the secondary toxin. Your cellular regeneration is…”

He trails off, shaking his head.

“Is what?” I press.

“Unprecedented.” He looks at me like I’m a specimen he can’t categorize. “For an omega. Omegas don’t heal like this. They don’t process toxins at this rate. The Lycan King barely survived this level of poisoning, and he’s the most powerful wolf I’ve ever treated.”

The silence that follows is heavy with implications.

I look at Knox. He looks at me. Neither of us says what we’re both thinking – Sapphire is right.

That maybe everything I’ve believed about myself has been a carefully constructed lie.

“I’d like to run some more tests,” Dr. Langford continues, seemingly oblivious to the weight of what he’s just revealed. “Bloodwork, genetic markers, some specialized diagnostics. We don’t have the proper equipment here, but perhaps when you return to the States-”

“Arrange it,” Knox cuts in. “Whatever you need, whatever it costs. I’ll cover everything.”

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“Of course, Your Majesty.” The doctor gathers his things, then pauses at the door to give Knox a pointed look. “In the meantime, rest. Both of you. And I mean actual rest – no strenuous activity of any kind.” His gaze flicks meaningfully between us. “You both went through significant physical trauma. Your bodies need time to heal properly. Even if by some miracle you’re both healthy, your mind needs the mental break..

Knox ignores him completely.

Dr. Langford sighs like this is exactly the response he expected and lets himself out.

After the door closes, I sit in the silence for a moment, trying to process everything. The impossible healing. Is this really happening? Could that magnificent wolf truly been me?

“Where are we?” I finally ask. “And what day is it? How long was I unconscious?”

“Safehouse about thirty miles outside Anchorage. Nathaniel set it up weeks ago in case things went

wrong. He does this every year in the eventuality that chaos breaks out in the Summit.” Knox shifts so he’s

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