TRADING MY CHEATING HUSBAND FOR THE LYCAN KING novel Chapter 191

CHAPTER 132: FLIGHT TO FAIRBANKS–1

EMBER’S POV

“You don’t know that.”

“I know that Harrison poisoned our fucking meals and we barely survived. I know that we’d be completely defenseless on Rafael’s property if anything goes sideways. And I know that slimy Spaniard has been circling you like a vulture since the moment we arrived.”

“Then we do it right this time.” I keep my voice just as low. “We take every precaution. We bring enough security to start a war if he tries anything. We make him taste check every meal before we eat it.”

Knox scoffs. “Taste–check? Really? He’s a bloody Lycan, Ember. I know the guy might not look like much,

or look that good, or generally have anything going for him at all, but he’s strong. Almost as strong as me.”

I have to bite the inside of my cheek to keep from laughing.

“Right. Well… maybe it’s a good chance for Sapphire to come back. Maybe a near–death situation-”

“I’m serious.” His glare sharpens. “What’s the angle here? It’s fucking Rayana. And Rayana plus Rafael

leaves a bad taste in my mouth.”

I glance across the room at Rayana.

She’s watching us, but the moment she catches me looking, she turns away quickly, her fingers tight around her champagne glass. She’s trying too hard to seem okay. Trying too hard to look unbothered.

She looks desperate.

“Knox.” I turn back to him, softening my voice. “Look at her. Really look at her. She’s not lying about this. For all she is, Rayana is not lying.” I pause. “Or maybe she is and I’m being too trusting. But she’s trying too hard to seem fine for someone masterminding a trap. She looks like she needs this. And… she might be a pain in the ass, but you promised her.”

“I don’t give a fuck about some bullshit promise,” he growls. “I’d go back on it at the slightest sense of trouble. She can see the Northern Lights here at the Summit. I’ll send her fucking postcards if she wants it that badly.”

“Knox.” I step closer, dropping my voice even further. “When’s the last time you took a breath? A real one? Not looking over your shoulder, not planning for the next attack, not waiting for the other shoe to drop? Three days. Three days where you’re not the Lycan King. You’re just… you. And maybe that’s what we both need right now.”

He stares at me for a long moment, something warring behind his eyes.

Then he exhales – a rough, frustrated sound – and scrubs a hand over his face.

“Fine.” The word comes out like it costs him something. He turns back to Rafael, his expression carved

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from stone. “But Nathaniel comes. Full security detail. Non–negotiable.”

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“Of course,” Rafael agrees easily. “I would expect nothing less.”

“Yay! I knew Ember would do the trick. But I have conditions of my own,” Rayana announces, sitting up straighter with renewed energy now that she’s getting her way. “If we’re doing this trip, we’re doing it properly. Girls in one cabin together. I want bonding time with Ember and Queenie, girl talk, the whole experience. Boys get their own spaces. No sneaking around in the middle of the night, Knox, I mean it.

This is a wholesome vacation, not an excuse for you to monopolize her every waking moment.”

Knox looks like he’s contemplating murder. Rayana’s murder, specifically, though Rafael is probably a close

second.

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