Betrayed by My Ex, Marked by His Alpha Emperor Brother novel Chapter 66

Chapter 66: Chapter 66

Kaelen’s POV

The carriage swayed through the darkened streets. Neither of us had spoken for a while.

I watched Finnian across the dim cabin. He sat perfectly still, his brow furrowed, eyes fixed on something I couldn’t see. The lamplight from outside flickered across his face in uneven intervals. He was thinking. Piecing something together.

I couldn’t wait any longer.

"What did she look like?" My voice came out rougher than I intended. "Back then. At the inn. Describe her exactly."

Finnian lifted his gaze. Measured. Careful.

"Same face," he said. "Thinner, maybe. Hungrier. But the same sharp features, the same calculating eyes." He paused, tilting his head as though confirming the image against the woman who had just pressed herself against my carriage window. "Her hair was different, though. It was gold. Bright gold—but wrong. The kind of color that comes from a cheap dye job at a market stall. Straw-like. Brittle. You could see the dark roots coming through at the temples."

My stomach turned.

"And her clothes?"

"An oversized cleaning maid’s uniform. One of the inn’s. Gray linen, white apron—both far too large for her frame. Wrinkled. Stained. She looked like she’d grabbed it off a hook without checking the size." He rubbed the side of his jaw. "And she was clutching your badge. Tight. Knuckles white around it, like it was her only card left to play."

I leaned back against the seat. The leather creaked beneath me. I pressed my palm flat over my eyes and breathed—once, twice—but the air felt thin. Insufficient.

"Tell me something, Kaelen." Finnian’s voice was quiet. Direct. "Why did you hire her?"

The question landed like a blade between my ribs.

I dropped my hand and stared at the ceiling of the carriage. The wood was dark oak, polished to a mirror sheen. I could see the ghost of my own reflection staring back at me—hollow-eyed, jaw tight, the face of a man confronting the full scope of his own stupidity.

"She appeared at the palace a few weeks ago," I said. The words tasted like ash. "Unannounced. No appointment. She talked her way past the guards by telling them she had urgent personal business with me."

Finnian’s eyebrow rose slightly but he said nothing.

"When she was brought before me, she—" I paused. Ground my teeth together. "She had my badge. She held it up and claimed she was the woman from that night. From the masquerade. She said she’d kept it all these years because it was the only thing she had left of me."

The silence thickened. Outside, the cobblestones hummed beneath the wheels. 𝕗𝕣𝐞𝐞𝘄𝐞𝚋𝚗𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗹.𝚌𝕠𝚖

"And you believed her," Finnian said. Not accusatory. Just flat. Observational.

"No." The word came out hard. Definitive. "I did not believe her. Not for a moment. She smelled wrong. Everything about her smelled wrong—cheap perfume and desperation, layered so thick it clogged my senses. My wolf rejected her on instinct. There was no recognition. No pull. Nothing."

"Then why—"

"Because she had the badge, Finnian." My voice cracked on his name. Just barely. Just enough. "That badge was handcrafted by my personal jeweler. One of a kind. I left it on the pillow beside the woman I—" I stopped. Swallowed the rawness that climbed up my throat. "I left it as a promise. A way back to me. And this stranger walks into my throne room holding the only object in existence that connects me to that night."

I turned my head toward the window. The city blurred past—lanterns, shadows, the occasional late-night pedestrian hurrying home.

"I hired her as a lady-in-waiting. Kept her close. I thought if I watched her long enough, something would surface. Some sign. Some proof. I thought maybe the years had changed her—maybe I was wrong about the scent, wrong about the instinct." A bitter laugh escaped me, low and joyless. "I was grasping at smoke. And I knew it. Every single day, I knew it."

Finnian was quiet for a long moment. Then he exhaled slowly through his nose.

"She’s a fraud, Kaelen. She stole that badge. Whether she took it from the room after your woman left, or found it, or pried it from someone else’s hands—it doesn’t matter. She wielded that stolen badge as a trophy. There was no sentiment. No devotion. Just a deceptive maid spinning a lie to claim she was your lover."

The truth of it settled over me like a physical weight. I had known. Somewhere beneath the desperate hope, beneath the obsessive need to find her, I had always known Seraphine was wrong. My wolf had told me so from the first breath. But I had overruled my own instincts because the alternative—that the real woman was simply gone, vanished beyond all reach—was a reality I could not accept.

I reached for the communication stone in my coat pocket. My fingers were steady. My voice, when I spoke, was not.

"Cassian."

The stone pulsed once. Twice. A groggy, muffled grunt answered.

"Kaelen?" Cassian’s voice was thick with interrupted sleep. "It’s the middle of the night. What’s—"

"Listen carefully." I straightened in my seat. The Alpha command bled into my tone involuntarily—hard, absolute, brooking no argument. "I need you to retrieve the magical surveillance recordings from the Moonlight Inn. The night of the masquerade ball. The exact date is the fifteenth day of August, five years ago."

A pause. I heard rustling—Cassian sitting up, no doubt.

"Kaelen, that was five years ago," he said carefully. "Inn surveillance recordings degrade over time. The magical residue alone—"

"I am aware of the difficulty."

"The inn may not even have preserved them. Most establishments overwrite their crystals periodically. And even if the originals exist, the image quality after this long—"

"Cassian." I closed my eyes. When I opened them again, my reflection in the carriage window stared back—haunted. Resolute. "I am not asking. I am commanding you as your Emperor. Locate those recordings. Whatever the cost. Whatever strings need pulling. Whatever archives need unsealing. Find them."

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