TRADING MY CHEATING HUSBAND FOR THE LYCAN KING novel Chapter 33

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CHAPTER 23: COLD SHEETS, COLDER NEWS–1

EMBER’S POV

I wake to cold.

Not the gentle chill of early morning, but the particular emptiness that comes from sleeping alone in a bed that was, moments before, full of another body’s warmth.

My hand reaches across the sheets and finds nothing but cool fabric and the indentation where Knox’s head was pressed into the pillow. The bedside clock reads 4:17 AM.

I should stay in bed. Should roll over and go back to sleep like a rational person.

Instead, I’m padding barefoot through the penthouse, following some instinct I don’t quite understand. It’s not fear. It’s something closer to need.

I find him at the floor–to–ceiling windows of the living room, the ones that frame the snow–covered Cascade peaks like nature’s most expensive painting.

He’s standing with his back to me, shirtless, and fuck, he’s so Goddesdamn attractive. Gray sweats hanging so low I can see the dimples at the base of his spine.

Muscular broad shoulders, tapered waist, the kind of back that makes you want to sink your nails in and hold on.

Moonlight dripping down every cut of muscle like even the sky wants to lick him. This man is unfairly sexy and he knows it.

He doesn’t turn around when I approach. But I feel him register my presence the way a predator registers movement.

Coming closer, I just wrap my arms around his waist from behind, pressing my cheek against the warm skin of his back, breathing him in.

His body tenses for a split second, the automatic response of someone who isn’t used to being touched without warning, and then something in him softens.

His hands come up to cover mine where they rest on his chest, pressing my palms flat against his heartbeat.

“Couldn’t sleep?” His voice is quiet, rough with something I can’t name.

“Your side of the bed got cold.” I lean into the pretense of casual. “I came to file a formal complaint with management.”

A sound emerges from deep in his chest, not quite a laugh but close enough that I feel it

CHAPTER 23 COLD SHEETS, COLDER NEWS–1

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