Betrayed by My Ex, Marked by His Alpha Emperor Brother novel Chapter 205

Chapter 205: Chapter 205

Elara’s POV

"The children." The words left my mouth like stones dropping into still water. "Valerius and Lyra. Can I see them?"

I kept my eyes on the window. On the rooftops and spires of a city that had once been mine. I didn’t turn around. Didn’t need to. I could hear him behind me—the ragged pull of his breathing, the faint wet sound of blood still seeping from whatever damage he’d done to his own hands.

Good. Let him bleed.

The silence stretched. I counted heartbeats. Mine were slow. Mechanical. The steady tick of a clock that had forgotten why it was still running.

Then a sound I didn’t expect.

A chair scraping back. The heavy drop of a body into it. And then—nothing. Just breathing. Uneven. Broken.

I turned.

He sat at the small table near the hearth. Elbows on his knees. Head in his hands. His dark hair fell forward, hiding his face. His shoulders—those broad, powerful shoulders that could pin a woman down without effort—were curved inward. Collapsed. Like the scaffolding holding him upright had been quietly removed and he was just waiting to fold.

He looked like he had aged. Not in years. In something deeper. As though some vital thing had been scooped out of the center of him and the remaining structure was caving in around the absence.

I felt nothing.

No. That was a lie. I felt hatred. Pure and clean and steady as a pulse.

"Yes." His voice was raw. Barely above a whisper. He didn’t lift his head. "After everything I’ve done. After—" A breath that sounded like it cut him. "It’s the only thing I can give you."

I stared at the back of his bowed head. Searched for the trap. There was always a trap with him now. Every gesture of mercy had a hook buried inside it. Every kindness was currency, buying silence, buying compliance, buying the illusion that this arrangement between us was something other than captivity.

"You can see them," he said again. The words were thick. Clotted. "But you have to—Ela, you need to clean yourself up first. You have to look normal."

Normal.

The word hit like a slap.

"Valerius is eight now, and he’s sharp," he continued, still not looking up. "He notices everything. If something is off, even slightly, he’ll know. He’ll start asking questions neither of us can answer."

Neither of us. As if we were partners in this. Co-conspirators rather than captor and captive.

I swallowed the bile that surged into my throat.

"Fine," I said.

He lifted his head then. His dark gold eyes were bloodshot. Devastated. The look of a man surveying the wreckage he’d made and realizing, too late, that the ruins were irreparable.

I held his gaze and let him see nothing in mine. Absolutely nothing.

"There’s soup," he said. "On the table. You need to eat."

"I’m not hungry."

"You haven’t eaten in—" He stopped. Pressed his lips together. "The children will notice if you look ill. Eat. Please."

Please. The word sounded foreign in his mouth. Like a language he’d only recently learned and hadn’t mastered.

I looked at the bowl on the table. Steam curled from the broth in lazy spirals. My stomach was a closed fist. Every instinct screamed against putting anything into a body that already felt contaminated beyond repair.

But the children.

Valerius. Lyra.

Their names moved through me like a current. Electric. Agonizing. The only power source still connected to whatever was left of me.

I sat down across from him. Picked up the spoon. The first mouthful was torture—hot liquid hitting the raw walls of my throat, sliding into a stomach that convulsed in protest. I forced it down. Second spoonful. Third. Each one an act of violence against my own resistance.

For them. Only for them.

He watched me eat with an expression I refused to name. When I pushed the half-empty bowl away, he didn’t argue. Just stood and retrieved something from the wardrobe—a simple dress in deep navy blue. Conservative. Long-sleeved. High-necked. The kind of garment designed to conceal.

He laid it on the bed along with a small leather case.

I stepped back. Examined my work. 𝐟𝐫𝕖𝗲𝘄𝚎𝗯𝕟𝐨𝕧𝐞𝚕.𝕔𝕠𝐦

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