Betrayed by My Ex, Marked by His Alpha Emperor Brother novel Chapter 10

Chapter 10: Chapter 10

Kaelen’s POV

I arrived at the capital hours ahead of schedule.

The carriage had barely stopped before I was striding through the palace’s eastern gate, waving off the steward who rushed forward with a schedule update and a tray of correspondence. None of it mattered. Not the border reports. Not the alliance proposals from the coastal provinces. Not even the intelligence briefing about rogue movement near the northern pass.

Recently, one thing had occupied my mind. One voice.

Twice. I’d heard her speak exactly twice — once through a closed door when the head archivist introduced her to the staff, and once across the corridor when she’d asked a page for directions. Both times, the sound had stopped me mid-stride. A voice like cool water over smooth stones. Quiet. Clear. Carrying an undercurrent of something I couldn’t name.

Elara Frostfang. My new royal archivist.

I hadn’t met her. Hadn’t seen her face. Had only a name on an imperial parchment and a voice that refused to leave my memory.

This was not how I operated.

I ruled three duchies. I commanded the largest standing army in the empire. I did not rearrange travel schedules because a woman’s voice had followed me into sleep.

And yet here I was. Hours early. Walking too fast through my own palace.

You’re pathetic, Alex growled from the back of my mind. My wolf. My inner spirit. He’d been restless, pacing behind my ribs like something caged. Just admit you want to see her.

I want to review the archive reorganization, I corrected.

Liar.

I ignored him.

The archive wing was quieter than the rest of the palace. Cooler. The stone walls were thicker here, built to preserve the ancient documents stored within. My boots made no sound on the worn flagstones as I approached the main chamber.

The door was ajar.

I pushed it open.

And stopped.

She was on the floor. On her hands and knees, half-wedged under the massive oak desk, reaching for something against the far wall. Her ice-blue dress — silk, expensive, completely impractical for crawling under furniture — had ridden up past her knees. I could see the delicate edge of a lace underskirt. Silk stockings that caught the thin light from the high window. The curve of her calves. 𝘧𝓇ℯ𝑒𝓌𝑒𝑏𝓃𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘭.𝒸ℴ𝓂

The hem slipped higher as she stretched forward.

My hand tightened on the doorframe.

Alex went absolutely still inside my chest. Not restless anymore. Not pacing. Frozen. Every sense locked onto the woman under the desk with the intensity of a wolf sighting prey through winter trees.

Then she began to back out, panting softly, clutching scrolls against her body, and the dress shifted again — silk sliding against silk — and the lace trim of her underskirt was fully exposed, white against the pale skin above her knee.

I coughed. Once. Deliberately.

She froze. Then scrambled backward so fast she cracked her shoulder against the desk. She yanked her skirt down and shot to her feet, blushing fiercely, scrolls pressed against her chest like armor, and looked up at me.

The world tilted.

She was beautiful. Not the polished, calculated beauty of court women who spent hours before mirrors. This was something raw. An oval face with skin that seemed to hold its own light. Silver-white hair, partially escaped from its pins, falling in a loose strand across a flushed cheek. And her eyes —

Ice blue. Pale as a frozen lake under winter sun. Wide with shock and embarrassment and something else, something that flickered in the depths like distant lightning.

Alex detonated.

MATE!

The force of it hit my spine like a hammer blow. My vision sharpened until I could count her eyelashes. Her scent flooded my senses — winter roses and old parchment, sweet and sharp and utterly intoxicating — and every rational thought in my head dissolved into white noise.

MATE. OURS. CLAIM HER NOW.

My fingers bit into the doorframe. Wood creaked under my grip. I could feel my canines pressing against the inside of my lips, threatening to descend. The wolf wanted out. Wanted to cross the room in two strides. Wanted to pin her against the nearest wall and bury his face in her neck and —

No.

I locked Alex down with a force of will that made my temples throb. Shoved him behind iron bars inside my mind and held them shut.

I was the emperor. I did not lose control. Not here. Not like this.

“Miss Elara, I presume?”

My voice came out steady. Barely.

She stared at me. Her lips parted but no sound came out. Color flooded her face — throat, cheeks, the tips of her ears. She clutched the scrolls tighter.

“Your — Your Majesty Nightfire.” Her voice cracked on the last syllable. She attempted a curtsy, which was difficult with her arms full of scrolls, and nearly dropped all of them again.

I wanted to smile. I did not smile. Smiling would mean relaxing, and relaxing would mean letting Alex off the chain.

“You appear to be admiring the stonework.”

“I — the scrolls fell. I was retrieving them.” She straightened, chin lifting with a fragile dignity that did something complicated to my chest. “It won’t happen again, Your Majesty.”

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