TRADING MY CHEATING HUSBAND FOR THE LYCAN KING novel Chapter 37

CHAPTER 25: SLAPPING HIM–1

EMBER’S POV

Then the door flies open.

Knox is there like an avenging demon. He doesn’t hesitate or ask needless questions. He grabs Gale by the front of his sweater and flings him across the room like he weighs nothing.

Gale crashes into the wall hard enough to crack the plaster, and Knox positions himself between us, every line of his body radiating violence barely contained.

“I warned you once already,” Knox says, and his voice is death itself. “This is the last time I’ll use words. Next time, I’ll let my claws do the talking.”

“She hit me,” Gale sputters, struggling to his feet. “Did you see that? She assaulted me.”

“What I saw was you grabbing her wrist hard enough to bruise.” Knox takes a step toward him, and Gale actually backs up. “What I saw was your hand going for her throat. What I saw was a pattern of abuse that apparently didn’t end when she left you.”

“I was trying to help her. Trying to protect her from-”

“From what? From me?” Knox laughs, and it’s a terrible sound. “That’s rich, coming from the man who beat his wife for four years.”

“I never-”

“Breaking and entering.” Knox ticks off the charges on his fingers. “Attempted assault on an omega under royal protection. Violation of guest conduct at a Summit event. And when I’m done, I’ll be reopening the investigation into every bruise, every hospital visit, every time she showed up somewhere with new marks she couldn’t explain.”

Nathaniel and the security guards are already moving, already dragging Gale toward the door while he protests.

“I was just trying to help her! Just trying to protect her from the real monster in this room!”

“Get him out of my sight,” Knox says. “And Nathaniel? Make sure he understands what happens if he comes near her again.”

The door closes behind them, and the penthouse goes quiet.

Knox turns to face me. His blue eyes are dark with something I can’t quite identify. Rage, certainly. But underneath it, something else. Something that looks almost like fear.

“What did he say to you?”

CHAPTER 25. SLAPPING HIM–T

I slapped Gale.

After four years of flinching, cowering, apologizing, making myself small, I finally hit back. And it felt good. It felt powerful. It felt like reclaiming something I thought I’d lost forever.

I pull back from Knox’s chest and look up at him. His eyes are still dark, still carrying that barely leashed violence he couldn’t fully unleash on Gale.

We’re both buzzing with it. Both vibrating with energy that has nowhere to go.

Our eyes lock and the air between us detonates.

I fist the front of his shirt and yank him down, crashing my mouth into his like I want to punish him for making me feel this much.

He kisses back harder, teeth scraping my lip, hands clamping my hips so tight I know I’ll wear his fingerprints tomorrow.

I can feel him hardening against my stomach, thick and insistent, and the knowledge that I did that to him makes me feral.

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