TRADING MY CHEATING HUSBAND FOR THE LYCAN KING novel Chapter 310

CHAPTER 240: EMBER HAPPENED

KNOX’S POV

The paramedics take over from Ember’s hands, and the transition is ugly – she doesn’t want to let go of Maurice’s chest, doesn’t want to stop being the thing between him and death

I have to physically lift her off the floor and hold her against me while two men in uniforms slide in and do what trained professionals do when a man has a bullet in his lung and a heartbeat that has no medical right to exist.

I find Queenie in the kitchen, sitting on the floor with her back against the cabinets.

She is pulling in ragged, hiccupping breaths-the sound of a woman who has cried so hard for so long that her body is reacting involuntarily.

Her phone rests in her lap, but her hands are shaking too badly to hold it. It keeps sliding off her thighs. There’s blood on her jacket that isn’t hers.

She sees Ember in my arms and scrambles up, and the two of them collide in the hallway, and the embrace is the kind that transcends words.

Two women who survived something together that will bond them for life, whether they want it to or not.

When Queenie finally pulls back, she swipes wildly at her wet face, looking between us in complete bewilderment.

“What the hell happened in there?” she chokes out, her voice trembling. “The floors were shaking. The whole house felt like it was coming down.”

I glance down at the exhausted, blood-streaked woman tucked into my side.

“Ember happened,” I say simply. “She brought Maurice back to life.”

Queenie’s breath violently hitches. Her eyes go massive, darting to Ember as if fully expectin to see a halo or a pair of divine wings hovering behind her shoulders.

“You… you what?” she stutters. “How?”

Ember lets out a fractured sound that sits right on the edge of a laugh and a sob. She shake her head, totally bewildered by her own reality.

“I don’t know. I just… I felt too much to let him go.”

A stunned silence falls over the hallway. Queenie just stares at her, utterly flabbergasted. Then, she swallows hard and points a tentative, shaking finger toward the back rooms.

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lets herself be guided, the adrenaline completely burnt out

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The house.

The council guards are already inside-sy of them, led by a captan whose name IESITE know and whose face I recognise from James’s sexy detall

They’re documenting the scene with tablets and cameras and the clinical detachment of men who process violence for a living. But they’re unsettled

I can see it in the cautious way they move through the rooms. Their eyes keep darting to the damaged walls and ceiling.

One of them is completely fixated on the storage room floor, staring at the black scorch marks radiating outward from the exact spot where Ember had been kneeling

Another one touches a section of warped metal pipe and pulls his hand back. Still warm.

They felt the house shake.

They were outside when it happened, they felt the ground vibrate under their boots and heart the structure groan, and they don’t know what caused it, and nobody is going to tell them.

I find Nathaniel in the hallway. He’s already working, because that’s what Nathaniel does. The building is falling down, the bodies are still cooling, but Nathaniel is just making lists. With his phone in hand, he has already contacted my personal security team. He coordinate

APTER 2A ETAGER ARRAINES

the aftermath with the brutal efficiency of a man who has spent two decades reducing catastrophes to a simple checklist.

“The chains are gone,” he says before I can ask. “Removed before the guards entered the storage room. The padlock is still on the door, but it reads as standard Alaskan storage security. The wrist marks on Gale will be attributed to Harrison’s men restraining him during

the assault.”

“Good.”

“The narrative?”

I give it to him in four sentences.

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