TRADING MY CHEATING HUSBAND FOR THE LYCAN KING novel Chapter 406

CHAPTER 332 SAY PM FUNNY

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CHAPTER 332: SAY I’M FUNNY

EMBER’S POV

Knox finds me a couple of hours later, after Queenie’s left and the light’s gone gold across the mountains.

I’m sitting cross-legged in the middle of the enormous bed we share, pretending to sort the day’s spoils and actually just running my palm over the ridiculous soft weight of a coat I absolutely did not need,

feeling that dangerous, unfamiliar thing again.

The one I keep waiting to be punished for. Peace.

He stops in the doorway.

“Ember.”

“Mm?”

“We need to discuss the gate.”

“Do we, though?” I don’t look up. “Or could the gate simply be a beautiful, unspoken mystery between us, a thing we never-”

“It’s six feet tall.”

“It’s abstract.”

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“Ember.” He comes into the room, and there’s a slow, deliberate danger to the way he moves, and I finally

look up, and his face is fighting very hard to be stern/and losing at every seam. “A council elder photographed my front gate. She is going to show people. She told me to my face — I want you to

understand she said this directly to my face, in the driveway – that she intends to use it as the

background of her holiday cards.”

I lose it.

I fold over the coat, cackling, and Knox stands over me with his arms crossed doing his absolute level best to look like a monarch who has been gravely wronged.

And it’s the losing that gets me, the twitch at the corner of his mouth he can’t kill, the way this enormous, terrifying, continent-ruling man is standing at the foot of a bed trying and failing to be furious about a p***s

statue.

“You,” he says, “are a menace.”

“You proposed to a menace.”

“I proposed to a menace; at the time, I was emotionally compromised,” he says. “There may be grounds to

have it thrown out.”

“I’d love to see you try,” I say sweetly. “You’d last about four hours before you lost your mind and burned the courthouse down to get me back. It just seems

like a lot of unnecessary paperwork.”

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And that dues it.

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He moves so fast I don’t even see the decision cross his face – one moment he’s at the foot of the bed and the next his hands are on me and I shriek, actually shriek, as he hauls me clean up off the mattress and over his shoulder like weigh nothing at all, like I’m one more bag of the ridiculous nonsense I’ve been

hoarding.

One arm banded firm across the backs of my thighs, the whole world flipped upside down and swinging.

“Knox-Knox-put me down-”

“You erected a monument at my gate for the express purpose of humiliating me before the entire Council

of Elders,” he says, insufferably pleased with himself, carrying me across the room white I beat uselessly at the broad wall of his back and laugh so hard I can’t get a full breath. “This is an act of war. A response is

required. This is now a matter of national security.”

“It’s a matter of you having no sense of humour-”

“I have an exceptional sense of humour.” He tosses me down onto the bed, and i bounce once, and before I can scramble clear, he’s over me, pinning my wrists into the pillows above my head, his knees bracketing

my hips, grinning down at me like a wolf that has run something to ground and fully intends to enjoy it at

his leisure. “I built you an entire home invasion. Candles. Peonies. A cast of dozens. And this is my thanks.

Public disgrace. Marble genitalia at my own front door.”

“You made me think Rafael was in the house, you psychopath-”

“And I apologised. Beautifully. On my knees, technically.” He shifts his grip, gathering both my wrists into

one of his enormous hands with humiliating ease, freeing the other, and I feel exactly where this is going

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