Betrayed by My Ex, Marked by His Alpha Emperor Brother novel Chapter 244

Chapter 244: Chapter 244

Kaelen’s POV

"Cassian. Wait."

He stopped mid-stride, one hand already on the door frame. His cloak shifted with the halted momentum. He didn’t turn immediately—just paused, reading something in my tone that made his shoulders tense.

"Close the door."

He did. The latch clicked into place, sealing us inside the empty council chamber. Dust motes drifted through the shafts of pale light from the high windows. The silence pressed in.

I didn’t sit. Sitting felt too passive for what I was about to say.

"Forget Isolde." The words came out flat. Cold. "I need you to find someone else first."

Now he turned. His expression was guarded. "Who?"

"My brother."

Cassian’s jaw tightened. He crossed his arms slowly, weight shifting to one leg. "Gareth."

"He’s hiding. Somewhere in the city, or just outside it. He disappeared right after everything fell apart. That’s not coincidence."

"And what exactly are you suggesting?"

"I’m not suggesting anything. I’m telling you." I placed both hands on the council table. The wood was cool beneath my palms. "Find the coward and drag him out of whatever hole he’s crawled into."

Cassian studied me. That careful, measured stare he used when he was deciding whether to follow orders or push back. I’d known him long enough to read both.

"Kaelen." His voice dropped. Quiet. Private. The voice of a friend, not a knight. "Explain. Because recently you were asking me to track Isolde to the northern border. Now you want me chasing your brother. I need to understand what’s changed."

I let the silence stretch. Let the weight of it build until the air felt thick.

"You also need to find Seraphine."

Something flickered across his face. A crack in the composure. Seraphine was his cousin. His blood.

"I’m going after every single person who conspired to destroy my life," I said. "Every one of them. No exceptions."

"Conspired." He repeated the word like he was testing its edges. "That’s a serious accusation."

"It’s not an accusation. It’s the truth."

He unfolded his arms. Took a step forward. "Then give me the truth. All of it. Right now."

I held his gaze. This was the moment—the hinge point. Cassian was the only man in this empire I trusted without reservation. The only one who’d earned it. But what I was about to tell him would test even that bond.

"Seraphine is pregnant."

"I know. The entire court knows."

"She’s telling everyone the child is mine."

His expression didn’t change. But I saw the muscle in his jaw jump. A single involuntary twitch.

"And?" he said.

"It’s a lie."

The word landed between us like a blade driven into wood. Clean. Final.

Cassian’s eyes narrowed. "How can you be sure?"

"Because I never touched her." My voice was raw now. Scraped thin by endless sleeplessness and fury. "Not once. Not ever. Not that night at the inn. Not any night before it. I have never laid a hand on Seraphine, and the fact that I have to say those words out loud to my closest friend makes me want to tear this room apart."

He didn’t speak. I watched him processing—turning it over, examining it, searching for the flaw. I gave him time. He deserved that much.

"The inn," he said finally. "You said you couldn’t remember—"

"Because I was drugged."

His chin lifted slightly.

"Gareth." I let the name hang. "My dear brother. The one who’s been choking on jealousy since the day our father named me heir. He put something in my wine that night. A compound—wolfsbane derivative, maybe something worse. I woke up in that room with no memory, and Seraphine was already there, arranging the scene."

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