TRADING MY CHEATING HUSBAND FOR THE LYCAN KING novel Chapter 91

CHAPTER 60: LET’S PRETEND

EMBER’S POV

I hate how close I am to him close enough to taste his breath, close enough to count his eyelashes–yet

how far away he seems. How far away we’d always be.

I want to scream in his face that I don’t care if he destroys me alongside himself. That I’d rather be

infected with whatever madness runs in his veins than not have him at all.

But I also know how close that comes to losing myself to another man–right after Gale. Right after

escaping the curse of loving the wrong person.

So despite the rupturing of my heart and my lungs and the very thing that attaches me to my soul, I drag in a deep breath, choking back my sob.

“Do you at least care about me?”

“Fuck, of course I do.” His voice cracks on the words. “I care so much about you, baby. I care so much that

I might have committed treason in that court today if they’d moved forward with dragging you back to

Gale.”

I swallow–failing to reconcile how he could say that and not want more than just thirty days.

“Please let’s not fight about this tonight,” he murmurs, his nose brushing mine. “Let’s just… enjoy this

victory. We won. You’re free. We get more time together.” His thumbs stroke my cheekbones, catching the

tears that escape. “Isn’t that enough for tonight?”

“And what happens when the time is over?”

He doesn’t answer.

But his silence says everything.

“Knox…”

“I don’t know.” The admission sounds like it costs him something vital. “I don’t know what happens after. I

don’t know what I’m capable of giving you. I don’t know if I’m too damaged to-” He stops. Swallows hard.

“But I know that until then, I’ll give you everything. The entire universe. Everything you could ever want.”

Everything but his heart, I think.

My wolf cries inside me, a mournful sound that echoes through my chest.

But I force myself to brighten. Force myself to sink into this moment instead of mourning the one that hasn’t happened yet.

We have thirty days. That’s more than I had yesterday. More than I thought I’d ever get.

Maybe it’s enough.

CHAPTERDO LET’S PRETEND

Maybe it has to be.

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~“Can we at least pretend?” I whisper. “For tonight. For thirty days–pretend to be the most nauseatingly

in–love pair in the world.”

Knox chuckles, and the sound rumbles through his chest into mine.

“Is that what you want? Because I promise you, Ember Aragon, I am quite the obsessive lover.”

“Oh, bring it on, Knox Volkov.” I manage a watery smile. “I was married to an asshole for eight years. I have

this romance game in my pocket.”

He chuckles, and I kiss him. Soft at first, then deeper–pouring everything I feel into it, all the want and the fear and the desperate hope that maybe, somehow, thirty days will be enough to change his mind.

When I pull back, I’m smiling. It’s not entirely fake.

“I like the sound of thirty days with the man I like,” I say.

His grin spreads slow and warm across his face. “Thirty days with the goddess I like sounds like more

heaven than a bastard like me deserves.”

“Goddess?”

“Did I stutter?”

I laugh–actually laugh, the sound surprised out of me–and then he’s pulling me toward the couch, his

hands on my hips, maneuvering me until I’m straddling his lap.

“Now,” he says, his voice dropping to that register that makes my thighs clench, “how about we start

celebrating properly?”

His mouth finds my neck. My hips roll against him instinctively, grinding down against the hardness already pressing against his jeans. His groan vibrates through me.

“We have“-I gasp as his teeth graze my pulse point-“thirty days of celebrating to do.”

“Better get started then.”

His hands slide up my thighs, pushing my dress higher. My fingers find the hem of his henley, pulling it up

to feel the hard, toned muscles of his stomach.

We’re a mess of hands and mouths and grinding hips, and I’m just reaching for his belt when—

OH MY GOD, YOU TWO ARE DISGUSTING!”

The door bursts open.

Queenie storms in like a hurricane in stilettos, her eyes bright with excitement, completely unbothered by the fact that she’s just interrupted us in a very compromising position.

“Queenie, what the fuck-” Knox starts.

HAPTER 60–FET’S PRETEND

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“Nope! Don’t care! Get up!” She’s practically vibrating with energy, grabbing my arm and trying to pull me off Knox’s lap. “You can fuck each other’s brains out later. Right now, you both need to get dressed because we are NOT missing this!”

Nathaniel appears in the doorway behind her, looking surprisingly casual in dark jeans and a fitted black

shirt–I’ve never seen him out of a suit before.

He also looks deeply apologetic.

“I tried to stop her,” he says to Knox. “She’s… determined.”

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