TRADING MY CHEATING HUSBAND FOR THE LYCAN KING novel Chapter 312

CHAPTER 242: ARREST ME

KNOX’S POV

The promise in it is so calm and so menacing that Nathaniel actually lets go.

He takes a deliberate step back, looking at me with the expression of a man who has completely run out of approaches.

I cross the room and drop to one knee right in his line of sight. Dead centre. Eye level.

I put myself close enough that turning away means moving Gale’s body, anchoring Logan exactly where I

want him.

I keep my hands entirely to myself. I keep my voice completely level.

“I need the location and the passcode. Give me those, and you walk out of here. Same deal as the warehouse–safe passage, a new identity, a complete disappearance. We guarantee absolute distance. A

clean slate. Logan Reeves ceases to exist.”

Logan looks up from Gale’s body. The vacancy in his expression shatters, replaced by a low, scraping sound that claws its way out of his throat.

It is a laugh completely devoid of sanity–broken, hollow, and utterly psychopathic.

“Why should I care?” he asks, a deranged smile pulling at his mouth. “Why should I care what becomes of you? Why should. I care if your entire reign burns to ash and you end up just as ruined as I am right now?”

He shifts, pulling Gale tighter against his chest. His eyes lock onto mine with lethal clarity.

“All we wanted was to leave. That is the only thing we asked for. We would have vanished to a place you would never find us. We would have stayed out of your hair permanently. You would have kept your kingdom and your girl, and everything would be fine.”

He traces a trembling thumb over Gale’s jaw.

“Instead, you chained him up. You locked him in a room in the middle of nowhere and secured him to a pipe like a dog. Like his life was just a convenient card to play for your politics.”

The raw, blistering heat rolls off Logan in waves.

“And now your precious Ember gets her perfect happy ending! She gets her father back. She gets her mate. She gets her bloody miracle. Meanwhile, I get left sitting here holding a corpse.”

“Gale faced judgment for his crimes,” I say quietly, keeping my voice entirely level. “He needed to answer for the abuse. My clear intention was for him to get lawfully transferred to the maximum prison.”

“His father walked in here because you created the trail!” Logan snarls, his voice fracturing. “Harrison found him because YOU put him here! Gale is dead because YOU decided his life was worth less than your secrets. The moment you clamped those chains on his wrists, you wrote this ending. You killed him, Knox.

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absorb the accusation. He speaks the truth. The chain of events leading to those bullets started strictly

with my decisions.

“You are right,” I say. “I put him here. I own that, and no words I say might make up for this. So I am

offering you the warehouse deal, but I am expanding the terms.”

I hold his gaze, projecting absolute, uncompromising authority.

“I will grant Gale an honourable burial. Deep down, I consider Gale an abusive bastard who earned a brutal

reckoning. But a definitive line exists between justice and cruelty. Harrison executed his own son purely for his nature and his choice in whom to love. It was never because he raised a woman–beater. I condemn that bigotry absolutely. That hatred finds no harbour on my land. Gale will receive a proper resting place.”

Logan stares at me. A heavy, suffocating silence stretches between us. Then, something shifts behind his

eyes.

He smiles.

The expression feels deeply unnatural. It holds a strange, serene amusement that makes my instincts spike. It is the calm of a man who has just finalised a terrible calculation.

“Sector four, off the coastal highway. The old shipyard, warehouse nine,” he recites, his voice perfectly smooth. “Passcode is Sierra–Tango–Four–Niner–Delta.”

I frown. I didn’t expect it to be that easy…

Something is not adding up.

I study his face, trying to decode the sheer satisfaction radiating from that smile.

“Are you certain this is the correct location, Logan? There is so much on the line here. This is not a joke. Are you being sincere?”

Logan simply shrugs.

“You will just have to go there and find out for yourself.”

Beside me, Nathaniel surges forward with a vicious snarl.

“You bastard-”

I shoot my arm out, slamming my hand into Nathaniel’s chest and shoving him back.

“Leave him,” I order, keeping my eyes locked on Logan.

“The deal remains,” I say. “Safe passage. You walk out of here.”

Logan discards the offer. He stands up, his movements slow and deliberate as he lowers Gale to the

concrete.

He treats the body with a profound tenderness, adjusting Gale’s collar and smoothing the hair back from

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