Betrayed by My Ex, Marked by His Alpha Emperor Brother novel Chapter 252

Chapter 252: Chapter 252

Elara’s POV

The training yard smelled like wet stone and iron.

Three days. I’d spent three days locked inside the townhouse, curtains drawn, refusing food, refusing visitors, refusing to think about Kaelen, Seraphine, and that child.

But I couldn’t hide forever. The students needed their instructor.

I pushed through the iron gate.

The yard was wrong.

It hit me before I’d taken five steps. The silence. The training field that usually hummed with dozens of bodies—sparring, grunting, the crack of wooden swords against shields—was nearly empty. A handful of figures moved through drills near the far wall.

I counted. Ten out of our usual forty.

"Elara!"

Jessica jogged toward me from the weapons rack, her dark braid swinging behind her. Relief broke across her face like sunrise. "Thank the Moon. We didn’t know if you were coming back."

"Where is everyone?"

Her expression shifted. The relief dimmed. She glanced over her shoulder at the others, then stepped closer and lowered her voice.

"You haven’t heard."

My stomach dropped. "Heard what?"

"The rogues. Three days ago, they launched a full assault on the northern frontier. Not raids—a real strategic offensive. Organized. Every senior student got called up. Half the mid-levels too."

Riley appeared at her side. Tall, lean, his jaw set tight. "My brother’s up there. They’re highly organized."

Jessica nodded. "It’s the rogue leader. The one from the eastern territories."

"Malakor," Sophie’s voice came from behind me. She stood with her arms crossed, her face grim.

The ground tilted beneath my feet.

"And the Emperor?" The question escaped before I could stop it. Before I could remind myself that I didn’t care. That I wasn’t supposed to care.

Jessica’s eyes softened, showing genuine concern at my pale reaction. "His Majesty assembled yesterday. Took Sir Cassian and the Royal Guard to the front."

My heart stopped.

Just—stopped. Like someone had reached into my chest and squeezed it shut.

Kaelen was at the northern frontier. Fighting Malakor. The rogue warlord who had been consolidating power.

"Elara?" Jessica touched my arm.

"I’m fine."

I wasn’t fine. My hands were shaking. I shoved them behind my back.

"The Emperor is powerful enough to survive this," Sophie said carefully, trying to comfort me.

"I said I’m fine." My voice came out harder than I intended. "We have training to do. All of you. Warm-up drills. Now."

They obeyed. Not because of authority. Because they understood that this was the only thing keeping me upright.

I forced myself into instructor mode and ran them through formations for the rest of the morning. Corrected stances. Adjusted grips. Barked commands.

And the entire time, one terrifying thought pounded behind my eyes like a war drum.

He could die.

I hated him. I hated his betrayal. But the thought of him bleeding out on some frozen battlefield was paralyzing. I shut it down. Sealed it behind the same wall I’d built around everything else.

"That’s enough for today," I said eventually.

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The carriage ride to the palace felt suffocating.

I shouldn’t be going back. Not to his quarters. Not to the rooms we’d shared.

But the children. Lyra and Valerius were alone in that enormous palace. Their father had left for a war he might not return from. The guilt hit harder than the heartbreak. I had to prioritize them.

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