TRADING MY CHEATING HUSBAND FOR THE LYCAN KING novel Chapter 432

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CHAPTER 357: THERE IS NO OTHER WAY

EMBER’S POV

We all turn.

Knox has been silent through all of it, arms crossed, jaw getting harder by the minute, and now he pushes off the wall with the specific energy of a man who has reached his absolute limit.

“No,” he says. “I am not drinking poison to smell like a diseased beta, I am hot wearing a surgical mask to hide a fictional weeping rash, and I am not sending my fiancée onto a floor full of rogue men she’s supposed to be–shopping for. Absolutely not. Find another way in.”

“There isn’t another way in,” Nathaniel says.

“Then we find a different night. A different angle. Something that does not involve Ember walking into a den full of dangerous men and pretending she wants one of them.” His voice has gone flat and lethal. “I’ll tear the place down myself before I stand two feet away in a bodyguard’s costume, smelling like dead weeds, and watch a room full of packless rogues think my wife is available for-

“Future wife,” Queenie corrects sweetly.

“-my wife,” Knox grinds out, not missing a beat, “is not going to a brothel floor to flirt with men who have engine grease under their nails. Find. Another. Way.”

“There is no other way, Knox.” Nathaniel meets his glare without flinching. This is the old Nathaniel, the one who’s argued with the King a thousand times and knows exactly how to hold the line. “I have modelled every entrance. Every cover. Every angle into that building. And they all end at the same wall: to reach Devika, you have to reach her floor, and to reach her floor, you come in as a

whale, and the whales come for the companions. That’s it. That’s the architecture. You want the

truth about Ember’s bloodline?” He spreads his hands. “This is the price of the ticket.”

And I watch Knox war with it–the King who knows Nathaniel’s right, against the man who wants to

burn the whole plan to ash rather than let anyone look at me like that–and I decide to end it,

because it’s my blood and my mother and my choice.

“I’ll do it,” I say.

“Ember-”

“I’ll do it, Knox.” I meet his eyes. “It’s a cover. It’s a character. Merrilyn Aster wants a rough night;

fine, I’ll sell her wanting a rough night, and then I’ll get on that floor, and I’ll find my mother, and I’ll

get the truth she’s spent my whole life hiding from me. The men are set dressing. You’ll be right

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there.” I let my mouth curve, just slightly, because I know exactly how to land this. “Besides. Think of it this way. You get to watch a whole room full of dangerous men look at me, and want me, and know they can’t have me-” I step in close, right into his space, and drop my voice so it’s just for him “–and then watch me walk out with my bodyguard at the end of the night, and go home, and let you have exactly what every one of them was salivating over. Isn’t there a filthy little part of you, Your Majesty, that’s going to love that?”

Knox goes very still.

And something dark and possessive flares up hard behind the fury, the wolf surging right up under his skin, gold bleeding into his eyes, because I’ve found the exact thread to pull and I pulled it, and I

watch the argument die in his throat in real time.

“I hate this,” he says, low and rough.

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