Betrayed by My Ex, Marked by His Alpha Emperor Brother novel Chapter 278

Chapter 278: Chapter 278

Elara’s POV

The night air hit my lungs like cold water.

I breathed it in—deep, greedy gulps—as we crossed the courtyard. The palace torches flickered against the stone walls, casting long amber shadows across our path. My boots were still caked with dried blood. The hem of my cloak was stiff with it.

But my son’s hand was warm in mine.

"Mother." Valerius tugged at my fingers, his dark gold eyes peering up at me with an intensity that belonged to someone far older. "You smell like the forest. And blood."

I glanced down at him. Five years old and already too perceptive for his own good.

"We went on a long walk tonight," I said carefully. "Through the woods."

He considered this. His nose wrinkled—that little wolf instinct, already sharpening.

"A dangerous walk?"

"Yes." I wouldn’t lie to him. Not entirely. "But it’s over now."

On Kaelen’s shoulders, Lyra bounced happily, her silver hair catching the torchlight like spun moonbeams. She had her father’s jaw locked between her small hands, tilting his face side to side as if steering a horse.

"Daddy, go faster!"

"We’re almost inside, little one." Kaelen’s voice was impossibly gentle. The same man who’d stood in shadows while I sentenced his half-brother to rot—now making galloping sounds for a child. "Hold on tight."

Brenna lingered at the courtyard gate behind us. I turned.

"Go home," I told her. "Sleep."

"I can stay. Help with the children—"

"Brenna." I squeezed her arm once. "You’ve done enough. More than enough. Go rest."

She searched my face. Whatever she found there must have satisfied her, because she nodded. Pressed a quick kiss to my cheek. Then disappeared into the dark.

The palace corridors swallowed us in warmth. Servants bowed as we passed, their eyes carefully averted from the state of my clothes. Word traveled fast in these walls. They knew where we’d been. What had been done.

"Hot chocolate!" Lyra announced from her perch. "With marshmallows. Big ones."

"One cup," Kaelen agreed. "But only if you prepare for bed right after."

"Deal!" Lyra cheered.

I almost smiled. Almost.

We reached the private family quarters—the wing no guards entered without explicit summons. Kaelen set Lyra down, and she immediately scrambled onto the low sofa near the fireplace, pulling a fur blanket over her legs with practiced authority.

"I’ll make it," I said, moving toward the small hearth kitchen attached to the sitting room. My hands found the pot. The milk. The dark cocoa powder in its ceramic jar.

My fingers shook.

Not much. Just a tremor. The kind that comes after the body has burned through the adrenaline and found nothing left underneath.

I stared at my hands. Watched them tremble against the copper pot.

"Elara." 𝘧𝓇𝑒𝑒𝑤ℯ𝑏𝓃𝘰𝑣ℯ𝘭.𝘤ℴ𝘮

Kaelen’s voice. Close now. I hadn’t heard him cross the room.

"I poisoned her," I said quietly. Not looking up. "My own adopted sister. And I don’t feel guilty."

Three long strides. That was all it took for him to close the remaining distance. His chest pressed against my back. His arms wrapped around me from behind—tight, anchoring, absolute.

"You shouldn’t," he said against my hair. "She tried to murder our son. She helped wage war against our people. She would have done it again."

"I know." I set the pot down before I dropped it. "I know all of that. But shouldn’t I feel something? Some—"

"You are a queen." His mouth brushed my temple. "An Alpha. A warrior." His arms tightened. "And a mother. You protected what was yours. There is no guilt in that."

I closed my eyes. Let his warmth seep through the blood-stiffened fabric between us.

"I’d do it again," I whispered. "Without hesitation."

"I know." His lips pressed against my hair. "That’s why you’re my equal."

From the sofa, Lyra’s voice piped up: "Is the chocolate ready yet?"

I exhaled something close to a laugh. Kaelen released me slowly, his hand dragging down my arm—reluctant, possessive.

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