TRADING MY CHEATING HUSBAND FOR THE LYCAN KING novel Chapter 437

CHAPTER 362: WITCH!

EMBER’S POV

“Get your hands off me-” Marjorie wrenches free of Daxon, breathing hard, and rounds on me, and her eyes are wet and blazing, and there’s something in them I can’t read. “You have no idea what you’ve just done. No idea. You think you’ve saved them. You think you’re the hero of this, don’t you, riding in with your guards-”

“I think you’re doing something to vulnerable women that you refuse to explain,” I say coldly, “and I think an innocent person doesn’t fight three people to keep it hidden. So here’s what happens now, Marjorie. The girls stay inside. And you-” I hold her furious gaze, and I make the decision because I have watched Knox get gutted by people he trusted one too many times, and I will not stand here and let it happen again. “I’m giving you twenty–four hours.”

“Twenty–four hours to what?”

“To leave.” I don’t blink. “To pack your things and resign your position and walk out of this house with whatever dignity you have left. Because by the time those twenty–four hours are up, I am going to tell Knox everything. All of it. The hood, the passages, both nights, the sedated women you keep trying to move where no one can see – and whatever I’ve learned by then about why. I’m going to hand him the whole thing.” My voice doesn’t shake. “But I’m giving you the day first. Because if you leave on your own – if you have the decency to walk out that door yourself before I say a single word – then he never has to know that yet another person in his house was lying to him. He never has to sit through another betrayal by someone he trusted. And that man has had enough of those, Marjorie. His beta. His elders. Nearly everyone who ever got close to him. I am not going to hand him one more if I can help it. I would rather watch you leave with your head held high than watch him find out you were sneaking bodies through his halls in the dark.”

Marjorie stares at me.

“You have no idea,” Marjorie whispers, “what is happening in this house. None. You think you’ve seen the shape of it. You’ve seen nothing, girl. You have walked into the middle of something you cannot begin to understand, and you’ve just made it so much worse, and you don’t even know it.” Her wet eyes lock onto mine. “Twenty–four hours. To quit. Because you think you’re protecting him. “A broken, awful laugh. “You have it exactly backwards. Exactly, completely backwards. And by the time you understand that – by the time you finally see what you’ve done tonight – it may already be too-”

She stops and bites it off. Whatever she was about to say, she swallows it whole, and her jaw sets, and the mask comes slamming back down, harder and colder than before.

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CHAPTER 362 WITCH!

“Marjorie-”

“Fine.” She straightens, and there’s a terrible finality in it. “You’ve made yourself very clear, Lady Ember. Take the girls. Post your guards. Give me your twenty–four hours.” She steps back toward the dark of the passage, and she levels one last look at me, and there’s a warning in it so cold it lifts every hair on my body. “But mark me. When this is over–when it all comes apart, and it is going to come apart – you are going to wish, more than you have ever wished for anything in your life, that you had spent this one night listening to me instead of siccing your dogs on an old woman. You are going to lie awake for the rest of your days wishing that.” Her voice drops to almost nothing” And I hope, for all our sakes, that the wishing comes first. But I don’t think it will.”

She turns to vanish into the dark of the service passage, but Daxon immediately shifts his weight his massive frame completely blocking her escape.

“No,” I say.

Marjorie freezes, her back stiffening as she realizes she’s trapped.

“Turn around,” I say. My heart is hammering a frantic rhythm against my ribs, but my voice is iron. I step forward, closing the distance. “I changed my mind. You don’t get twenty–four hours. You don’t even get one. You get thirty seconds.”

Marjorie whips around, her eyes

“What?”

wide.

“Thirty seconds,” I repeat, my voice rising. “Explain the knife. Explain the blood, the sedatives, and the passages. If you are doing something to protect this house, Marjorie, tell me what it is right

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