TRADING MY CHEATING HUSBAND FOR THE LYCAN KING novel Chapter 173

CHAPTER 118: THE DEATH OF ME

EMBER’S POV

The break–in at the penthouse. The flash drive Logan was searching for. The recordings that got leaked to the council–recordings that almost got me sent back to Gale.

Nathaniel knowing something about that night, something from years ago, something that Logan now knows too.

Something he doesn’t want Knox to be aware of.

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What is Nathaniel hiding? Did he sell Knox out to Logan? And if so – why? What could possibly be worth betraying the man he’s served for over a decade?

My heart hurts for Knox. For this man who trusts so few people and might be about to discover that one of the few he does trust has been lying to him all along.

I can’t sit on the other end of the couch anymore. Can’t keep this distance between us when he’s hurting like this.

Against his resistance, I crawl across the cushions and into his lap, straddling him before he can stop me.

“Ember-”

I kiss him, soft and slow, swallowing whatever protest he was about to make.

My hands find his jaw, thumbs stroking across his cheekbones, and I pour everything I can’t say into the press of my lips against his.

I’m here. I’m not going anywhere. Whatever secrets are waiting to be uncovered, we’ll face them together.

When I pull back, his eyes are darker, his breathing heavier.

“Let’s forget about all of that,” I murmur against his mouth. “Just for a moment. Let’s just be here in this

Together.”

He’s quiet for a beat, studying my face with an intensity that makes my skin prickle. Then one eyebrow arches, a teasing glint breaking through all that heaviness.

“And what exactly is ‘this,’ Ember? You being horny and trying to get me to bend you over the nearest

surface?”

“Is that so bad, Your Majesty?” I roll my hips, grinding down against him, and I feel the exact moment his c**k stirs under me – thickening, hardening, straining against his pants. “Would it be so terrible to let yourself feel good for five minutes?”

He groans, low and pained, but his hands stay stubbornly stretched out along the back of the couch. Refusing to touch me.

Even as I grind down again, slower this time, letting him feel exactly how wet I am, soiling the fabric of his

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pants Even as his c**k swells to full hardness under me, thick and hot and impossible to ignore.

“You’re going to be the death of me,” he grits out.

“So you say.” I lean in my lips brushing his ear, and roll my hips in a slow, filthy circle. “Come on, Knox. Touch me. I know you want to.”

His fingers dig into the couch cushions hard enough that I hear fabric tear.

“Ember, I swear to the Goddess-”

The front door bursts open.

Queenie stumbles through first, arms overflowing with bags, eyes wide – and then wider when she takes in the scene before her.

Me straddling Knox on the couch, his shirt riding up my thighs, my hips frozen mid–grind, his hands very pointedly not touching me while I’m very clearly trying to fuck him through his pants.

“Oh my Goddess.” She drops the bags. They hit the floor with a heavy thud. “Are you two serious right now? It’s been like twelve hours since you almost died!”

I scramble off Knox’s lap so fast I nearly trip over my own feet, my face burning hot enough to start fires.

Nathaniel follows her in, arms full of groceries, and Knox adjusting himself on the

takes one look at us –

couch, me tugging down the hem of my shirt, both of us looking like teenagers caught by their parents before sighing so deeply it seems to come from his soul.

“I’m not even surprised.”

“We weren’t-” I start.

“You absolutely were.” Queenie is grinning now, her shock giving way to pure, unadulterated delight.” Ember. Girl. At least let the man recover before you ride him into the sunset.”

“I hate you.”

“You love me.” She’s already crossing the room to pull me into a hug, and despite my mortification, Ir

into it.

Her arms wrap around me tight, and she’s shaking slightly – not from laughter, I realize, but from relief. “Goddess, I was so worried. When Nathaniel called and said there was an attack, that you were hurt, that you might not wake up-” She pulls back, her eyes wet, her hands gripping my shoulders like she needs to confirm I’m real. “Are you okay? Really okay? What happened?”

“I’m okay” I promise, squeezing her hands. “I’m fine. It was bad, but I’m fine.”

She hugs me again, tighter this time, and something tightens in my chest

“I brought food,” she says when she finally releases me, gesturing at the bags she dropped. “And supplies. Medical stuff, some clothes that might actually fit you-” Her eyes drop to Knox’s shirt, which barely

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covers my ass, and her eyebrows climb toward her hairline. “Although you seem to have found something to wear already.”

“My clothes were ruined.

“Mm–hmm.” She’s fighting a smile and losing badly. “I bet they were.”

Nathaniel has already started unpacking the groceries, moving around the small kitchen with quiet efficiency.

Knox joins him after a moment, and they fall into low conversation security details, extraction timelines, logistics I can’t quite hear from across the room.

And then something unexpected happens.

Queenie joins Nathaniel in the kitchen, and I find myself watching them move around each other with an ease I’ve never witnessed before.

This is the first time I’m seeing them like this – being a real couple, existing in the same space without the Summit’s eyes on them.

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