TRADING MY CHEATING HUSBAND FOR THE LYCAN KING novel Chapter 30

CHAPTER 20: MOTHER DEAREST

EMBER’S POV

No. Not possible.

Knox’s eyes narrow. “Her mother?”

“We haven’t really spoken in eight years,” I say, voice tight. “She disowned me when I married Gale.”

“She’s very insistent,” the nurse continues. “And… she’s sobbing. She’s saying she flew in from Beijing the moment she heard what happened. She’s threatening to call the police if we don’t let her in.”

Knox stands, and the casual way he moves is somehow more threatening than if he’d exploded.

“Tell security she’s not to come anywhere near this room without my express permission.”

“Wait.” The word escapes before I can stop it.

Knox turns, studying me with an unreadable expression.

“Maybe I should see her,” I hear myself say.

“Why?”

“I don’t know.” And I don’t. “She’s still my mother… Maybe I should.”

The truth is more complicated than that. When I fled Seattle two days ago, I was headed home to Alaska–to my parents‘ house in Anchorage. It was an impulsive decision, born from desperation and nowhere else to go.

My mother is rarely ever around. She’s always flying somewhere–Dubai, Paris, Beijing–doing everything except being a mother.

My father would either be too drunk to notice I was there or not home at all. I figured I could slip in, hide in my childhood bedroom, and figure out my next move in peace.

But I never made it there. Knox happened instead.

And now she’s here. When I needed her years ago, she denied me most calls and the privilege

of having a mother. But suddenly I’m newsworthy, and she’s on the first plane out.

Knox watches me for a long moment, then nods curtly to the nurse.

“Five minutes. No more.”

4 CHAPTER 20. MOTHER DEAREST

The door opens again and my mother sweeps in like she owns the place.

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Devika Aragon looks exactly as I remember–expensively dressed in cream designer everything, dark hair perfectly styled, makeup flawless despite the supposed emergency flight.

But her eyes are red and swollen, tears streaming down her cheeks.

“Oh my Goddess, Ember!” She rushes to the bed and throws her arms around me, sobbing into my hair. “When I heard what happened at the dinner, I got on the first plane. Are you hurt? Are you okay? Did he-”

I go completely rigid.

This is the same woman who told me years ago that I’d made my bed with Gale and should

die in it.

The same woman who didn’t answer when I called her crying about the bruises. The same woman who chose business trips and social climbing over her own daughter for my entire

life.

“I’m fine, Mom,” I say automatically, the word foreign on my tongue.

She pulls back, cupping my face in her hands. Her fingers are cold and trembling.

“These eight years without you have been torture. I was wrong, baby. So wrong about everything. I should have been there when you needed me. When Gale was hurting you-” Her voice breaks convincingly. “I’m so sorry. Please forgive me.”

The performance is flawless. Almost believable.

Almost.

Knox clears his throat.

My mother immediately straightens, rearranging her expression into something gracious and humble as she turns to him.

“Your Majesty,” she says, inclining her head with perfect deference. “I can’t thank you enough for keeping my daughter safe. For protecting her when I failed to.”

It’s too perfect. Too rehearsed. Like she practiced in the mirror on the flight over.

Knox’s eyes are flat as he watches her. “Mrs. Aragon. Ember needs rest. She’s had a traumatic evening.”

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