TRADING MY CHEATING HUSBAND FOR THE LYCAN KING novel Chapter 382

CHAPTER 308: FU.CKING CREEPY

EMBER’S POV

“You’ve been in here for hours,” she says, drifting closer. “Marjorie said you’d holed up with my grandmother’s old things. I did wonder.”

I snap the book shut, dragging it off the table and into my lap.

“Good for you. Do you usually track guests through the house, or am. I just special?”

“Prickly.” Hale tilts her head, her bright, unsettling eyes dropping to the leather cover in my lap. “Why the hostility, Ember? I thought we established a rapport yesterday. I helped you, didn’t I?”

“You led me straight into a dead woman’s bedroom, Hale.” I hold Her gaze, refusing to back down. “That is

fucking creepy.”

“Creepy.” She tests the word, rolling it around on her tongue, and a slow, entirely unbothered smile stretches across her face. “I get that a lot. But that shouldn’t bother a girl like you, should it? Remember, we are very similar, you and I. If you would just drop that exhausting guard of yours for a single second, we could share so much.” She takes a slow step closer, dropping her voice to a conspiratorial murmur. “And believe me, Ember, I know a lot. About the East, especially.”

The breath freezes in my throat. I try to lock my expression down, but the flinch is already there, sharp and

undeniable.

“How did you know I was-”

Hale’s grin widens, triumphant and lethal.

“That is the centre of it all, isn’t it?” She hums, stepping right up to the edge of the table. “You are hunting for something specific. Tell me, what is a little omega from around here doing researching the East? What exactly do you know that I don’t?”

I grip the edges of the book, keeping my mouth clamped shut.

“Mm.” She isn’t fooled, and she doesn’t pretend to be. That is the thing about Hale: she never quite bothers with the full performance when it’s just the two of us. “You know, I could help you. With whatever it is. The reading.”

Her voice gentles, turning warm and sickeningly reasonable.

“I know you’re worried about your friend. The sick one. It’s all over your face, sweetheart; it has been since you got here.” She takes another step, perfectly crowding my space. “I know my grandmother’s recipes. I grew up with them. If you’ve found something for her, I could read it for you. I could take you down to the greenhouse right now. I know exactly which herbs you need-”

“Actually,” says a new voice from the library door, “I think Ember’s better off with someone reliable.”

CHAPTER 308 FUCKING CREEPY

turn, and iny whole chest lifts, because it’s Queenie.

+25 Points

She’s standing in the main doorway, one eyebrow already up, looking at Hale with an expression of such elaborate, weaponised politeness that almost laugh out of pure surprise.

And behind her, filling the doorframe, is Knox, looking like a man who’s enjoying himself enormously and

trying not to show it.

“Queenie.” I’m up out of the chair. “You’re when did you”

“An hour ago. Knox came and found me, said you’d been buried in books all day and could probably use rescuing.” She crosses the room toward me, and then she clocks the woman by the iron gate, and her whole face changes, the warmth icing over into something flat and amused. “Hale.”

And Hale – Hale almost growls it.

“Queenie.” The bright voice has gone thin and cold. “You’re back, too. Awfully soon.”

“Awfully,” Queenie agrees pleasantly. “Couldn’t keep away. I see you haven’t changed a bit.” She looks Hale up and down, slow. “Not even the face. A shame, really. I’d hoped.”

I look between them. “You two know each other?”

Queenie rolls her eyes so hard it’s almost a full-body event!

“Everyone knows Hale, unfortunately for us. I’m sorry I didn’t warn you sooner – I assumed you’d suffer through her eventually; I just didn’t think it’d be this fast,” She drops into a chair beside me like she owns it. “She’s awful company. Always has been. Avoid her at dinner parties; she corners you about the dead.”

“You-” Hale’s face goes completely flat and cold. The giggle vanishes entirely, and for a split second, the air in the library actually prickles. “You always did have a mouth on you, Queenie. I’m surprised your husband let you out of the house. Oh-” A vicious little pause. “-that’s right. He’s too busy sucking his boss’s c**k. Where is that favourite dog of yours anyway, Knox?”

Queenie’s jaw tightens, just for a flicker. She lets out a heavy, utterly exhausted sigh, looking at Hale like a

stain on the rug.

“You put entirely too much effort into these little tantrums, Hale. And despite ail that work, you remain the only bitch in this room.”

And then she does the most magnificent thing I’ve ever seen a grown woman do: she sticks her tongue out at Hale. Fully. Childishly. Like a nine-year-old.

I choke on a laugh.

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