TRADING MY CHEATING HUSBAND FOR THE LYCAN KING novel Chapter 410

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CHAPTER 335: TRAINING?!

EMBER’S POV

“Up.”

The word arrives from somewhere in the dark, attached to a hand that closes around my ankle and pulls

And I go from a warm and blameless sleep to halfway down the bed in the space of a heartbeat, clawing at sheets, making a sound I would describe as dignified and Knox would describe as a goose being stepped on.

“Wha-” I flail upright, hair in my face, heart slamming. “What. What’s wrong? Who’s dying? Is it Rafael? Is i

“Nothing’s wrong.” The lamp clicks on, and there he is, standing at the foot of the bed, fully dressed, arms crossed, looking like a man who has been awake for hours and has opinions about people who aren’t. “Get up. Get dressed. Something you can move in.”

I stare at him. I stare at the window, where it is black. Fully, unapologetically black. Not a hint of grey. The kind of black that has never heard of morning.

“It’s night,” I inform him.

“It’s five am”

“That’s night, Knox, that’s the middle of the-” I scrub a hand down my face. “Why are you dressed. Why am I awake? Why is your hand on my ankle like you’re about to drag me into a lake.”

“Training.”

The word does not compute.

I turn it over. I look for the joke in it. There is no joke in it.

His face is doing the thing where it’s entirely serious, that flat, immovable King-face, and I feel a slow

horror creep in.

“…Training,” I repeat.

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and here he has the “You said you wanted to learn. Sapphire needs your body to be stronger. You said- audacity to quote me back to myself, in a truly unflattering impression of my own voice “-I am not letting anything take you from me, Knox Volkov. Not a gene. Not a council. Nothing.” He raises an eyebrow Very moving. So. Up. We start today.”

“I meant emotionally.”

“You meant it however I decide you meant it.” He

and a soft, worn shirt. Five minutes. The

best. 40.

a bundle at me, and it hits my chest-leggings

are awake before the sun

I look at the clothes. I look at him. I cross my arms over the shirt in my lap.

CHAPTER 334 TRAINING

I’m not a soldier.”

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Knox lets out a long, deeply suffering breath. He actually rolls his eyes-the terrifying Lycan completely giving way to an exasperated fiancé.

He steps right back to the edge of the bed and leans down, bracing his hands heavily on the mattress on either side of my hips.

“No,” he murmurs, his face inches from mine. “You’re not.”

He leans even lower.

“You’re not a soldier, Ember. You’re something a great deal more dangerous than that.” His voice is low.” You’re the woman I’m going to marry. Which means, as of the moment I put a ring on your finger on a highway in your hospital socks, you became the single most targeted woman on this entire continent. There is not a pack, not a council, not an enemy I’ve made in twenty years of ruling that wouldn’t cut their

own throat for the chance to get to me through you.” His jaw works. “And I will spend every resource

have making sure that day never comes. I will put walls around you and men around you, and I will burn down anyone who looks at you too long. But I have lived long enough to know that walls fail. Men fall. Luck runs out. And with the luck we’ve been having, baby-” his hand comes up, tucks the hair back off my face, gentle in a way that undoes the whole gruff act “-I would so much rather stand here and know that if the worst day comes, if every wall I built for you fails at once, you walk into that fight with a real chance of walking out of it. Than not.” His thumb strokes my cheek. “I never want you to have to. I need you to be able to. Those are different things, and I need both.”

And, well.

There is no arguing with that.

There is no crossing my arms and rooting into a mattress against that.

Because it isn’t an order, it’s a confession dressed as one, a terrified man handing me the only gift he knows how to give, and it goes straight through my sleep-fogged defences and lodges somewhere warm. “That’s deeply unfair,” I mutter. “You can’t be sweet at five in the morning. It’s against the natural order.” “Four minutes,” he says, and stands, and the softness folds away and the merciless instructor slots back into place. “And Ember? Leave the attitude in the bed. It won’t help you where we’re going.”

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