TRADING MY CHEATING HUSBAND FOR THE LYCAN KING novel Chapter 259

CHAPTER 189: AN INTERVENTION

EMBER’S POV

He waves the question away like it’s a fly buzzing near his ear, already bored with the detour.

“It doesn’t matter. What matters is this if you genuinely don’t know where Gale is, then perhaps Knox will

be more forthcoming. A trade worth the same value.” His eyes settle on me with a new calculation. “A

mate for a mate.”

“Logan, I swear to you, I don’t-”

Logan snaps his fingers and two of his wolves step forward and take my arrns, one on each side, grips

hard enough to bruise, and the circle closes to a choking diameter around me.

My legs are shaking and the heat is starting to build in my core, a slow rolling warmth that has nothing to

do with the cold air.

The exhaustion from whatever Sapphire did in the lodge is catching up with me now, draining through my

muscles like sand through an hourglass.

“You’re coming with me. Tonight. Right now. And you’re going to stay with me until you remember something useful, or until you find a way to contact your Lycan King and get the information I need. However long that takes.”

“You’re wasting your time.” I try to wrench my arms free from the wolves holding me but my muscles are water and the heat is climbing and the blood from my earlier attempt to scream is still wet on my chin.” Knox is not coming back. He doesn’t even know where I am. He’s in another country right now and he left without looking back, so whatever leverage you think I give you – I don’t. I’m nobody’s mate. I’m nobody’s bargaining chip. You are holding onto the wrong girl.”

“Well, let’s see how well Knox likes your fingernails and uprooted tooth delivered to him daily.” Logan’s voice drops to something absolutely serious. “If hurting you is what it takes to get Knox’s attention, if dragging you across Alaska in chains is what makes him pick up the phone and tell me where Gale is, then that is what I’ll do. And I won’t lose a second of sleep over it.”

“Logan, please-”

He snaps his fingers at his men. “Load her in the car. We can’t stay here much longer.”

A growl rips through the night air from somewhere deep in the forest, followed by the crack of trees being shoved aside by something massive moving through the tree line from the direction of the cabins.

Rafael.

My heart pounds harder and I thrash against the wolves holding me.

“You have to listen to me, Logan – please, or we’ll both die. Rafael will kill us! You’ll never see Gale again!”

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Logan’s head snaps toward the sound. His nostrils flare.

Whatever he catches on the wind drains the colour from his face and he barks at his men with a sharpness that wasn’t there before.

“Shift. NOW. Get ready to move, we have company.”

The heat is spreading now, climbing up through my abdomen and into my chest. My vision blurs at the edges and I blink hard to clear it.

“Something’s wrong with you.” Logan’s eyes narrow, reading my body. “You’re going into heat.”

“I’m not-”

“You are. I can smell it building from here, and so can every one of my men.” He looks around at his wolves, who are shifting their weight, nostrils flaring, a dangerous tension rippling through the circle.” What did Montenegro give you?”

Another growl, closer now, and the trees at the edge of the clearing shudder. Logan grabs my jaw, tilting my face up, forcing me to look at him.

“You are a magnet for catastrophe, Ember. Has anyone ever told you that?” He lets go of my face and turns to his men. “Get her to the vehicle. NOW. Before she turns every wolf on this mountain into a problem I don’t have the men to handle.”

His hand reaches for my arm and I jerk backward, stumbling, trying to wrench free, and the forest spins and my legs are giving out and I am seconds away from collapsing into the snow-

Headlights.

They come screaming through the trees, bouncing wildly, engine shrieking, with the reckless velocity of a vehicle driven by someone who cares more about arriving than surviving.

Logan turns toward the light and his grip loosens on my wrist and the car slams into him at full speed.

The impact launches Logan over the bed and off into the dark in a tumbling mess of limbs.

His men scatter, some diving, some shifting mid–leap, fur and fangs exploding outward as wolves replace men between heartbeats.

The car swerves, tyres screeching, snow spraying in an arc that catches two more wolves and sends them rolling, then slides to a stop with steam pouring from the hood.

Doors open.

Nathaniel is behind the wheel, his face is bandaged temple to jaw where Knox ripped out his eyes, gauze soaking through, shirt dark with blood from the chest wound.

He looks like he crawled out of a hospital bed and directly into a driver’s seat because the woman his king loves was in danger and duty doesn’t care about your injuries.

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Queenie from the back, stumbling, wild–eyed, scanning the chaos until her gaze locks on me with the desperate relief

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