TRADING MY CHEATING HUSBAND FOR THE LYCAN KING novel Chapter 200

CHAPTER 138: WORM WITH ABS?-2

“I’m not missing anything. I’m listening very carefully.”

“Knox.” I step even closer, tilting my head up to meet his gaze. “Do I look like I’m fawning?”

I arrange my face into the most neutral, unimpressed expression I can manage. Total poker face. Blank as a fresh sheet of paper.

Knox studies me for a long moment, his eyes roaming over my features like he’s actually trying to detect any trace of Rafael–induced swooning.

Then he rolls his eyes.

“You’ve been drinking. You need to eat.”

“That’s not an answer.”

“It’s an observation.” But his hand comes up anyway, fingers brushing my back behind my ear with a

gentleness that makes my breath catch.

He leans closer, his other arm wrapping around my waist and pulling me flush against him, and for a moment we just stand there, foreheads pressed together, breathing the same air.

“I like you a lot, Ember.” His voice is low, rough, meant only for me. “More than I’m willing to share. And I mean it. Don’t humor him. Don’t look at him. Don’t even let his stupid accent sway you – I’m half convinced he fakes it anyway.”

A laugh escapes me before I can stop it.

“Well, I’m immune to his charm. Faked or otherwise.” I press my palm flat against his chest, feeling his heartbeat steady and strong under my fingers. “I like you a little too much to think about anyone else. You’re like a worm in my heart at this point.”

Knox pulls back, his expression shifting into genuine offense.

“A worm?”

“An endearing worm.”

“I’m the Lycan King.” He looks personally victimized. “Your Majesty. Your Highness. Ruler of the supernatural world. Not a… worm.”

“A very powerful worm?”

“Ember.”

“A worm with excellent abs?”

“I’m going to remember this.”

“You’re also sulking because I won’t be cuddling up in your suite tonight.” I poke his chest. “Tell me the

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truth. Knox. You were really banking on me heing the big spoon, weren’t you?”

For a moment, he just stares at me.

And then–miracle of miracles – he actually laughs. A real laugh, surprised out of him, that transforms his whole face into something younger and lighter and so beautiful it makes my chest ache.

He kisses me before I can say anything else, soft and sweet and lingering, and when he pulls back his eyes are warm in a way I’m still not used to seeing.

“Fuck you for that,” he murmurs against my lips.

“Fuck you too,” I whisper back,

“GODDESS, you two are disgusting!” Rayana’s voice cuts through the moment like a knife through butter.

Some of us are trying to maintain our appetites over here!”

“No hogging Ember!” Queenie adds. “She’s ours for the next three nights, remember? You agreed!”

Knox’s arms tighten around me reflexively, and the look he shoots toward the girls‘ cabin could curdle

milk.

“I should go,” I say reluctantly.

“No.”

“Knox.”

“Five more minutes.”

“They’re going to come over here and physically drag me away.”

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