TRADING MY CHEATING HUSBAND FOR THE LYCAN KING novel Chapter 261

CHAPTER 191: MAN DOWN

EMBER’S POV

The frame groans, metal buckling, my window shattering inward, and with the broken glass comes the full force of his scent, and the heat responds to it with a ferocity that breaks something inside me.

My core clenches so hard I gasp and wetness floods between my thighs and the ache that has been building all night blooms into something so consuming that my vision whites out at the edges.

My breasts are swollen and tender against the fabric of the dress and my skin is so sensitised that even Queenie’s arms around me feel like too much and not enough at the same time.

And the emptiness between my legs is a living thing now, a howling void demanding to be filled by hands and mouth and body.

I can feel every pulse of blood rushing south, can feel the slickness coating my inner thighs, can feel my wolf surging toward the surface with one word on her lips that she screams over and over: MATE. MATE. MATE.

“Something’s happening to her.” Queenie’s voice, high and scared. “Nathaniel, she’s burning up, her eyes

are-”

“The heat just hit full force. Hold her. Whatever happens, Queenie, do NOT let her out of this car.”

“How are YOU not affected?”

“The bond shields me.” He swerves to dodge a lunge from Rafael. “Only unmated wolves respond at the feral level. Every unmated man between here and Fairbanks is about to converge on us, and that includes Logan’s wolves and Rafael’s guards and every wild wolf in these mountains. She’s not just in heat, Queenie. With her bloodline and that concoction, she’s a beacon. She’s calling every wolf alive.”

I’m losing myself. The heat is devouring my coherence in swallowing gulps, thoughts dissolving, body overthrowing mind with ruthless biological efficiency.

I need hands on me. I need teeth on my neck. I need someone between my thighs, tongue and fingers, pressing into the ache until it breaks.

I need to be MARKED, need the bite, need the claim, and Sapphire is pushing toward the wolves outside

with an urgency that overrides my fear because my wolf doesn’t care about danger, my wolf cares about

the burning emptiness that is eating me alive from the inside.

My hands claw at the door handle and Queenie wrestles me back and I’m fighting her with a strength that

shouldn’t be possible.

Sapphire’s desperation is burning with me, snarling and thrashing and making sounds I don’t recognise as human. My body is driving toward the nearest source of relief regardless of what her mind wants.

“Let me OUT-”

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“Ember, that’s the concoction, that’s not you-”

NEED–Queenie, PLEASE, you don’t understand, it HURTS, everything hurts, I need-”

“I know it hurts, baby, Lknow, but if you go out there they will tear you apart-”

“LET ME GO, I can’t BREATHE, Toan’t-”

“HOLD HER, QUEENIE! Don’t let go no matter what she says!“.

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Queenie wraps herself around me with everything she has, arms and legs, pinning me to the seat with the desperate, full–bodied commitment.

I’m thrashing, clawing, my nails raking blood down her arms, and she takes every scratch without loosening her grip. She holds me and bleeds and presses her mouth to my ear.

“I’ve got you. Stay with me. I’m not letting go. Not ever again.”

Rafael hits the car a third time and the world ends.

The car rolls, once, twice, gravity abandoning all meaning, my body slamming into Queenie into the door

into the ceiling, and the noise is so enormous it swallows everything else until the car crunches into a

snowbank upside down and the silence that follows is deafening.

The tick of a dying engine. Snow sifting through shattered windows. Something warm dripping onto my

face.

I’m hanging from my seatbelt with the red dress pooled around me. I’m naked now.

Queenie is crumpled beside me with blood running from a gash on her forehead, and Nathaniel is too still

in the front seat, his face a mask of blood, and the heat doesn’t care about any of it.

It surges through me with merciless, grinding intensity, my core pulsing, my skin on fire, the slickness between my thighs soaking through the remnants of the dress, and I whimper because my body is a traitor

and the compound is winning.

Movement.

Nathaniel stirs first, groaning, and manages to unbuckle himself and crawl through the shattered

windshield.

He reaches back for Queenie, pulling her through, and she reaches for me and between them they drag me out of the wreckage into the cold night air that hits my overheated skin and does nothing to cool the fire

under.

“We need to move.” Nathaniel, slurred from the head wound but upright. “We’d be faster in our wolves. If

we can make it to the main road-”

“Can you carry her?”

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