TRADING MY CHEATING HUSBAND FOR THE LYCAN KING novel Chapter 258

CHAPTER 188: WHERE IS GALE?

EMBER’S POV

Logan Reeves looks like demon wearing a man’s skin.

The polished businessman I’ve always known is gone eaten through by weeks of possibly not sleeping

or eating.

He’s thinner in the face, hollowed under the eyes, vibrating with an unhinged frequency.

His wolves form a loose circle that tightens as I skid to a halt, and every single one of them is watching

me with the flat, patient hunger of predators who haven’t been told whether to kill me or not

I try to step back and two of his men are already there, closing the gap behind me. The circle is complete.

“Seems you’ve gotten yourself into a little problem.” He tilts his head, studying the torn dress, the bare feet, the blood, with detached amusement. “Just like you always do. Causing trouble wherever you go, at the summit, at the trial, at that circus of a family dinner, and now here, barefoot in couture in the middle of the Alaskan wilderness.” He his tongue. “But it’s fine. It’s fine. This time, I’m not the villain. I’m

click actually here to help you. If anything, I’m the victim here. All I’m requesting is one little thing, and I’ll make sure those men don’t find you out here.”

He gestures toward the compound behind me, toward the flashlights and the shouting and the sound of Rafael’s pursuit crashing through the trees.

I can feel him coming, and the urgency of things keeps my heart pounding, every nerve firing off rapidly in

panic.

Every minute I spend standing still is a minute the monster only draws closer.

I don’t have time to ask how he found me or why he came all the way to Fairbanks.

All I have is a second, maybe less, and I reach for the same bank of energy Sapphire pumped through me

in the lodge, that deep well of power that sent Rafael flying and turned his men against each other.

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If I can scream again, if I can channel it one more time-

The sound starts in my chest and climbs my throat and dies there. My voice box seizes, the scream cutting off before it fully forms, and something hot and wet floods my mouth.

I choke, gagging, and my fingers fly to my lips and come away red. Blood. Pouring from my mouth and down my chin, bright against my pale skin in the moonlight.

I try again.

Force everything I have into my throat, every scrap of Sapphire’s power, every ounce of will result is a strangled rasp that produces nothing but more blood, thick and copper–tasting, spilling between my fingers.

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Sapphire is gone.

The place where her voice lived minutes ago is hollow and empty, the well of power drained dry by what she gave me in the lodge, and whatever strength she lent me has burned through my body and left nothing but the bill.

I am on my own.

Logan watches the whole display with one brow quirked, his expression shifting from alarm to confusion

to something that settles on disgusted fascination.

“Are you trying to save yourself by choking to death?” He grimaces, lip curling. “That’s repulsive, Ember. I

won’t appreciate you dying before you give me what I’m here for.”

I wipe my mouth with the back of my hand, smearing blood across my skin, and the dizziness from the

heat swims through my vision in nauseating waves.

The forest tilts and rights itself and tilts again. My legs are shaking. My body is burning. And my wolf is

nowhere.

Fine. I’ve survived worse without her.

I steel my spine, straighten my shoulders as much as my trembling body will allow, and glare at Logan with everything I have left.

“Why are you here, Logan? What exactly do you want?”

“Where is Gale?”

“I don’t know.”

“Mm.” He nods slowly, like he expected that answer and has already decided not to accept it. “That’s unfortunate. Because I’ve been tracking your movements since the summit, Ember. Followed your little vacation convoy all the way to Fairbanks, camped my men on this perimeter for three days waiting for the right moment, and I didn’t drag a dozen wolves across Alaska in the dead of winter to hear ‘I don’t know.” He takes a step forward. “Let me rephrase. Where. Is. Gaie. Being, Kept.”

“I just told you, I don’t-”

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“And I just told you I don’t believe you.” Another step. The circle contracts. “There is an entire nationwide hunt for your ex–husband – my boyfriend – and you expect me to believe you don’t know where he’s being kept? The council is searching. Harrison is searching. Even my bloody grandmother is searching. And unless your precious Lycan King sent him to hell itself, Gale is still here in Alaska.” His eyes bore into mine. “You share Knox’s bed. You have access to his hound–dog beta. And you’re standing here in the snow telling me you have no idea where my-” His voice catches on the word he almost says. He swallows it and regroups. “Don’t play games with me, Ember. Knox loves you and I love Gale. We both understand the lengths a person will go to for love. I’m not trying to be a thorn in your path. I just want my man back. Quietly. Without anyone finding out. Give me Gale, and we disappear. You will never hear from either of us

again.”

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“Nobody told me! Knox didn’t share that information with me, I’m not part of his security operations, I don’t have access to-

“You’re his WOMAN.” The word comes out loaded with a contempt that isn’t really directed at me, it’s directed at the entire concept of Knox Volkov and everything he touches. “You share his bed, you share his life, you stood up in a council chamber and he defended in front of the entire world. You expect me to believe he doesn’t tell you where he keeps his prisoners?”

“I expect you to believe the TRUTH. Yes, Knox took Gale, but I have no idea where. And we’re no longer

together, so right now, you have the wrong girl.”

Logan chuckles. The sound is vicious and empty.

“You must be really foolish if you believe it’s possible for Knox Volkov to leave you.” He tilts his head, studying me with an unsettling amusement. “How could he leave the one thing fated to destroy him? His beast would never allow it. Lycans have always had the strangest affinity for signing their own ruin.”

The words land somewhere cold in my chest.

“What the fuck are you talking about?”

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