TRADING MY CHEATING HUSBAND FOR THE LYCAN KING novel Chapter 32

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CHAPTER 22: HIS LOCKED SECRET

KNOX’S POV

Queenie probably filled in some blanks. But hearing Ember say it out loud feels like reopening a wound that never properly healed.

“What do you want to know?” I ask, keeping my voice carefully neutral.

“Whatever you’re willing to tell me.”

I stare at the ceiling, jaw tight. “Celeste was my true mate. We met when I was twenty–six. I marked her within a year. I thought she was everything I’d ever need.”

“What happened?”

“She betrayed me. With my best friend.” The words come out flat, clinical. “In our bed.”

Ember makes a small, wounded sound. “I’m so sorry.”

“It was a long time ago.”

“That doesn’t mean it doesn’t still hurt.”

I don’t respond to that. I can’t.

“How did she die?” Ember asks gently.

My hands curl into fists under the covers.

The memory hits me like it always does–visceral, brutal, unavoidable.

Finding them together. The rage that consumed me, white–hot and all–consuming. My wolf taking over, ripping through my control like paper.

Everything after that is a door I keep locked.

What happened in that room, how it ended, what the Council had to clean up afterward–l don’t talk about it. I don’t think about it.

The only people who know the full truth are dead or paid very well to forget.

Some secrets are better buried.

“You don’t want to know,” I say finally, voice rough.

“Yes I do.”

“No.” I kiss her forehead, lingering there, breathing her in. “You don’t, Ember. Trust me.”

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She opens her mouth to argue, to push, but something in my expression makes her stop.

“Okay,” she says softly. “I won’t ask again.”

Relief floods through me.

I’m not ready to tell her what I did. What I’m capable of when someone I love destroys me.

And the terrifying thing? I’m starting to care about her in a way that feels dangerously close to what I felt for Celeste. Which means if Ember ever betrays me, I don’t know what I’ll do.

We lie there in silence for a moment, the weight of unspoken things heavy between us.

“Knox?” she whispers.

“Yeah?”

“When you found me in that bathroom-” She pauses. “Were you scared?”

The question catches me off guard.

Was I scared?

Fucking terrified.

I’ve faced down rogue packs, Council coups, assassination attempts. Nothing rattles me. I’m always three steps ahead, always in control.

But seeing Ember unconscious on that cold tile floor, her skin too pale, her breathing too shallow–something in my chest had plummeted.

It felt like reliving a memory I knew too well. Like watching Celeste die all over again, except this time it mattered more. This time it felt like losing something I couldn’t afford to lose.

Logan’s pathetic attempt at intimidation? Nothing. Gale’s theatrical victim performance? Amusing at best. But Ember crumpled on the ground, unreachable, slipping away… that had gutted me.

“Yeah,” I admit quietly. “I was scared.”

She shifts closer, pressing her face into my neck. Her breath is warm against my skin, and something in my chest loosens at the contact.

Make her mate, Phantom whispers. Keep her.

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