TRADING MY CHEATING HUSBAND FOR THE LYCAN KING novel Chapter 308

CHAPTER 238 SAPPHIRE’S RAGE

That humming bond between us is the only reason I am surviving the heat radiating from the woman I love.

I push forward, fighting the air the way you’d fight a raging river. Every step costs me.

I can feel the toll settling into my muscles, tapping into my deepest reserves of strength What the fuck? She is magnificent, if not fucking terrifying.

The air burns bright, a dance of silver and gold. A shelf on the far wall collapses, the metal brackets completely melting away.

I can see the silver light reflected in the dust floating around her. It is terrifyingly beautiful, and I have never been more afraid of anything than I am of losing her to whatever is happening right now.

I reach her. I wrap both arms around her from behind, ignoring the agony in my splintered wrist and the excruciating burn she comes with.

I lock my hands over hers on Maurice’s chest, press my chest to her spine, and lean right into

her ear.

“Ember. EMBER. You’re burning this house down, and I need you to hear me. Come back. Wherever you are right now, follow my voice. Follow me back.”

Nothing.

The heat doesn’t acknowledge me. The silver eyes don’t flicker.

Sapphire has the wheel. She cares nothing for what I have to say.

Her entire existence right now is dedicated to restarting a heart with nothing but ancient power, absolute force of will, and the devastating love of a daughter for a man who wasn’t her father, but died like one.

The house groans again-something massive caves in out in the hallway, hitting the floor with a heavy thud.

Above our heads, a deep crack shoots across the ceiling from one corner to the other.

We have minutes before this room becomes a grave for all of us.

I don’t use my voice. I use the bond.

I don’t know how. I have never done this before, and I don’t have the language for what I’m doing because it’s not a technique or a skill. It’s closer to prayer.

I reach for the thread between us-that fragile, unnamed bond that has been burning since the very first time I touched her in an airplane bathroom.

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Aging heng and the son setting will instead with the simple, remfied love of a man eaching the woman he cannot live without vanish into ancient magic

She & drowning in a power digger than both of us, so anchor her the only way I know how with drying have everything I am, and a violent, absolute refusal to let her go.

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