TRADING MY CHEATING HUSBAND FOR THE LYCAN KING novel Chapter 197

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CHAPTER120 AND TA

CHAPTER 136: GIRLS TRIP–2

“Isn’t it?” I ask beforet can stop myself.

Rayana turns to look at me, and for a moment her mask slips. Something pained rips through for a second before the smooth charm slides back into place.

“Would you believe me if I said no?”

“Probably not.”

“Always the smart girl.” She links her other arm through mine, so I’m caught between her and Queenie like some kind of reluctant filling in a rich–person sandwich. “Come on. Let’s explore our little nest before the champagne arrives.”

The girls‘ cabin is, predictably, gorgeous.

Three bedrooms branching off a shared living space, each one with a view of the forest and a bed piled

with enough blankets to survive an ape.

The living area centers around a massive stone fireplace already burning with warmth, flanked by

overstuffed sofas and a bar cart.

Queenie claims the room closest to the bathroom with the enthusiasm of someone who has clearly

suffered from limited hot water access in the past.

Rayana takes the largest bedroom without asking, which tracks.

I get the one in the middle, with a glass ceiling that shows nothing but darkness right now but promises something spectacular once the lights start dancing.

I’m unpacking the small bag I threw together at the Summit–not much, just essentials and the warmest clothes Knox bought–when Queenie appears in my doorway with two champagne flutes and a expression

of determined solidarity.

“Okay.” She hands me a glass and perches on the edge of my bed. “Real talk. What’s our play here?”

“Our play?”

“With her.” Queenie jerks her head toward the living area, where I can hear Rayana humming softly as she unpacks her own considerably more extensive luggage. “Because I don’t trust that woman as far as I could throw her, and I’m going to be honest, Ember, I have basically zero upper body strength.”

I take a long sip of champagne, letting the bubbles burn my throat while I consider my answer.

The truth is, I don’t know what our play is.

I don’t know what Rayana wants or what Rafael is really after or why Knox looked at me like I’d betrayed him when I didn’t fight to stay in his cabin.

I don’t know anything, and I hate that feeling more than almost anything else.

CHAPTER LAGIN STRIP

“I don’t trust her either,” I admit. “But also don’t think she’s trying to kill me. Not actively, anyway.”

“”Low bar”

“Welcome to my life”

Queenie snorts a laugh, then sobers. “She’s up to something. They both are. Rafael didn’t bring us all the way out here for the scenery.”

“No,” I agree. “He didn’t.”

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