Betrayed by My Ex, Marked by His Alpha Emperor Brother novel Chapter 65

Chapter 65: Chapter 65

Kaelen’s POV

"What do you mean you’ve seen her before?"

The words left my mouth before I could shape them into something less urgent. I leaned forward, elbows braced on my knees, every nerve in my body suddenly pulled taut.

Finnian’s brow furrowed. He was staring at the carriage floor, fingers drumming slowly against his knee. Not performing. Not playing games. Genuinely searching through memory.

"Where?" I kept my voice controlled. Barely.

He raised one hand, palm out. "Give me a moment. It’s not—the face isn’t what I remember. It’s the smell."

"The smell."

"That perfume." He wrinkled his nose. "Sweet enough to strip paint. I’ve smelled it before. Exact same one. It’s not the kind of thing you forget."

My pulse thickened. I pressed my back into the seat and forced myself to wait. To not grab this man by the collar and shake the memory loose.

The carriage rocked gently over uneven cobblestones. A night patrol called out somewhere in the distance. Finnian closed his eyes, tilting his head back.

Then they opened.

"The Moonlight Inn," he said.

Every muscle in my body locked.

"What?" My voice came out hollow. Scraped clean.

"Years ago. I was passing through on a job—some wealthy lord’s ornamental carriage had thrown an axle, and his coachman couldn’t fix it. They hauled it into the underground stable at the Moonlight Inn and sent word to every smith in the area. I took the work." Finnian shifted in his seat, crossing his arms. "I was down there all night. Cold. Filthy. Hands deep in grease. The carriage was a disaster—gilded frame, decorative ironwork everywhere, completely impractical. Took me a long time."

I said nothing. I couldn’t. My throat had closed around something sharp and immovable.

The Moonlight Inn.

The name alone carved through me like a blade drawn slowly across bone. That place. That night. The masked woman with the silver hair and the scent of winter roses who had trembled beneath my hands and whispered words I still heard in dreams—

"It was around dawn when I finished," Finnian continued, oblivious to the tremor happening inside my chest. "I was packing up my tools in the stable when I heard footsteps on the servants’ staircase. The kind of stumbling, unsteady steps that make you look up."

He paused. His expression darkened.

"And there she was. Coming out of the servants’ passage. A woman in one of those hideous cleaning uniforms the inn gives to its overnight maids—you know the ones. Brown. Stained. Too big. But this one was especially bad. The hem was ripped. One sleeve was hanging off her shoulder. Her hair was a mess. Looked like she’d slept in a gutter."

My fingernails were cutting into my palms. I could feel the half-moon indentations forming, but the pain was distant. Irrelevant.

"And the perfume," Finnian said, his lip curling with genuine revulsion. "Moon above. It hit me from across the stable. That same smell—that thick, sweet, choking cloud. Like someone had emptied an entire bottle over themselves to cover up something else. My eyes actually watered."

"What was she doing?" The question scraped out of me like rust on iron.

"Trying to sell something."

Silence.

The carriage wheels groaned over a rough patch of road. The lantern on the interior hook swayed, casting shifting shadows across Finnian’s face.

"She had something in her hand," he said. "Clutching it like her life depended on it. A brooch. No—a badge. A pin." He uncrossed his arms and gestured with both hands, shaping something in the air. "Gold. Heavy-looking. Had a wolf on it. Detailed work—proper craftsmanship. Engraved lines, textured fur, the whole thing. Not something a cleaning maid would own."

The air left my lungs.

I knew that badge. I knew its weight. I knew its exact dimensions, because I had commissioned it myself from the imperial goldsmith. A personal token. Not a state seal, not a military insignia. Something private. Something I had left on the bedside table at the Moonlight Inn the morning I walked away from the woman I couldn’t forget.

For her. Only for her.

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