Betrayed by My Ex, Marked by His Alpha Emperor Brother novel Chapter 88

Chapter 88: Chapter 88

Elara’s POV

“Kaelen.”

Sir Cassian’s voice cut through the garden like a blade.

I straightened from Kaelen’s shoulder. The warmth of the moment evaporated instantly. Cassian stood at the entrance to the garden path, and even from this distance, I could read his body. Rigid spine. Tight jaw. Hands clenched at his sides. His expression was the kind that preceded bad news—the kind that got people killed.

Kaelen was already on his feet. His arm left my shoulders, and the shift was immediate. Not my lover. My emperor. The softness in his eyes hardened into something cold and calculating.

“Report,” Kaelen said.

Cassian crossed the garden in quick strides. He stopped before us, and for a moment his gaze flickered to me—uncertain, questioning. As if debating whether to speak freely.

“She stays,” Kaelen said flatly. Not a request.

Cassian nodded. Drew a breath.

“Three more patrols hit in the last six hours.” His voice was clipped. Controlled. But beneath the professional veneer, I heard the frustration bleeding through. “Eight knights fallen.”

My stomach clenched. Eight more.

“Where?” Kaelen asked.

“Scattered across the border. That’s the problem.” Cassian dragged a hand across his jaw. “No pattern. No concentration. They hit fast, then vanish.”

“Tracking?”

“Useless.” Cassian’s frustration finally broke through the composure. “Our scouts can follow their scent for half a mile. Then it disappears. Completely. As if they walked into thin air. We’ve tried multiple tracking teams. Same result every time.”

Silence fell. Heavy. Oppressive.

Kaelen began to pace. Three steps one direction, three back. His movements were tight, controlled, but I could feel the storm building through our bond—Alpha prowess prowling, snarling, wanting something to sink his teeth into.

“Magic,” Kaelen said. “They’re using something to mask their trails.”

“That’s my assessment as well.” Cassian folded his arms. “Which means we’re dealing with more than simple Rogue raiders. Someone is supplying them. Organizing them. Giving them tools our standard defenses weren’t designed to counter.”

“Then we adapt our defenses.” Kaelen stopped pacing. “Double the border patrols. Assign mage-sensitives to every unit. If they’re using magic to vanish, we need people who can detect the residue—”

“We’ve tried that.” Cassian’s voice tightened. “I rotated in every mage-sensitive knight we have available. The residue fades too quickly. By the time our sensitives reach the trail’s end, there’s nothing left to read.”

Kaelen’s jaw worked. I could see the tension climbing his neck, settling into his temples.

More patrols. More knights. More bodies thrown at a problem that kept dissolving like smoke.

Something nagged at the back of my mind. A pattern. Not in the geography—Cassian was right, there was no geographic concentration. The randomness itself was the pattern.

I’d seen this before.

Not on a battlefield. Not in military strategy. In court records. In the meticulous, dusty archives I’d spent years organizing and cataloguing. Political maneuvering. Diplomatic feints. The art of making your enemy look where you wanted them to look.

“They’re not trying to breach the border,” I said.

Both men turned to me. Cassian’s brow furrowed. Kaelen went still.

“What?” Cassian asked.

I stood from the bench. My legs were steady. My mind was clearer than it had been in days—sharp, focused, lit from within by something that felt like excitement, a sudden rush of conviction. 𝕗𝐫𝚎𝗲𝘄𝐞𝕓𝐧𝕠𝘃𝕖𝐥.𝐜𝚘𝚖

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