Betrayed by My Ex, Marked by His Alpha Emperor Brother novel Chapter 21

Chapter 21: Chapter 21

Kaelen’s POV

“Mark her.”

Alex’s voice clawed through my skull time and again that morning. I gripped the edge of my desk until the wood groaned beneath my fingers.

No.

“She’s ours. You know it. I know it. Every nerve in this body knows it. Stop waiting for a piece of metal to tell you what your blood already screams.”

I slammed my palm flat against the desk. Papers scattered. A brass inkwell tipped sideways, dark liquid pooling across a supply report I hadn’t read.

I need proof.

“You need her.”

I shut him out. Or tried to. Alex prowled restlessly behind my ribs, pacing like a caged predator. He’d been relentless since yesterday. Since I’d held her wrist and felt her pulse race against my thumb. Since I’d watched her walk away with tears still wet on her pale face.

The sending stone on my desk pulsed.

I snatched it before it finished glowing. “Cassian. Report.”

A long pause. Then a sigh that carried the weight of a man stretched too thin.

“Your Majesty.” His voice was carefully measured. “I have completed searches of several pawnshops and jewelers since dawn. No match.”

“How many remain?”

Another pause. Longer this time.

“Twenty-three pawnshops. Forty-seven jewelers. Not counting the black-market dealers, who don’t exactly keep regular trading hours.” 𝑓𝑟ℯ𝘦𝓌𝘦𝘣𝑛𝑜𝓋𝑒𝓁.𝑐ℴ𝓂

“Work faster.”

“Kaelen.” The formality dropped. Cassian’s voice hardened with barely restrained frustration. “Asking me every hour does not make my legs move faster or the shopkeepers open their doors earlier. I have been doing this since before sunrise. I haven’t eaten. My horse threw a shoe on the way. And I still have to check the city guard’s evidence vaults, which require special signed permits that your steward is currently arguing about with the clerk’s office.”

Silence stretched between us.

“Every hour?” I repeated flatly.

“Every hour. On the hour. Like clockwork.” His exhale crackled through the stone. “I will contact you the moment I find something. Until then, with all due respect—let me work.”

The stone went dark.

I set it down carefully. Then I shoved my chair back and stood.

The morning light slanted through the tall windows of my private study. Golden dust motes drifted lazily through the air. Everything was quiet. Orderly. Controlled.

Everything except me.

I paced to the window. The palace courtyard stretched below—servants crossing with baskets, guards changing posts, a groom leading a mare toward the stables. Normal. Mundane. The world turning as it always did.

Meanwhile I was unraveling.

“Because you’re fighting what you already know,” Alex murmured. Softer now. Almost gentle.

I am fighting nothing. I am waiting for evidence.

“You’re afraid.”

The accusation landed like a slap. My jaw clenched until my teeth ached.

I am the Emperor of the Nightfire Empire. I am not afraid of anything.

“You’re afraid she’ll say no. You’re afraid she’s not the one. You’re afraid she IS the one and you’ll destroy it, just like—”

Enough.

He went silent. But the damage was done. His words settled into my chest like shards of ice, cold and precise.

I returned to my desk. Work. That was the answer. Mountains of correspondence requiring the imperial seal, territorial disputes between minor lords, trade agreements with the southern provinces. I pulled the nearest stack toward me and began reading.

The words blurred.

All I could see was silver-white hair catching the lamplight. All I could smell was winter roses and parchment.

She had been in this very room not long ago, organizing the archive shelves with mechanical precision. Her efficiency was almost insulting—she moved through my personal documents with the detached professionalism of someone cataloging grain shipments, not state secrets.

And that dress. That damned black dress.

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