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

Elara’s POV

The training yard slled 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 before I’d taken five steps. The silence. The training field that usually humd 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 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 dimd. 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 ca from behind . 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 soone 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 .

"I said I’m fine." My voice ca 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 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 ti, 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 so frozen battlefield was paralyzing. I shut it down. Sealed it behind the sa 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.

The front door barely opened before a small body slamd into my legs.

"Imperial Mother!"

Lyra. Silver hair wild. She wrapped her arms around my thighs and pressed her face into my hip, her entire body trembling.

"Imperial Mother, don’t leave again. Please don’t leave. Stay. Stay stay stay—"

I dropped to my knees and gathered her against . "I’m here, sweetheart. I’m right here."

Footsteps on the staircase.

I looked up. Valerius stood on the landing. Dark curls. Dark gold eyes. His posture was rigid, cautious and guarded.

"Mother."

He descended the stairs slowly. Stopped several paces away. Studied .

"Imperial Father is gone," he said carefully. "He left yesterday."

"I know."

Silence stretched between us. Lyra tugged at my sleeve, bringing a sudden lightness to the heavy air.

"Imperial Mother, I’m hungry. Can we have honey pancakes?"

Valerius’s jaw tightened slightly at the reminder of the empty house, but he looked at . "Imperial Father isn’t here," Valerius pointed out quietly. "No one will say no."

The words carried more weight than a child’s logic should. I looked at him and saw the loneliness beneath his composure.

"Then pancakes it is."

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The kitchen was chaotic but warm.

I mixed the batter. Lyra poured honey directly into the bowl and stirred with both hands. Valerius attempted to help with the eggs, but his fingers slipped, accidentally dropping one onto the floor.

"Just leave it," I said, offering a soft smile. "We’ll clean later."

We completely ignored the proper dinner the servants had prepared. The roasted ga grew cold on the dining table while we crowded around the kitchen island, eating misshapen pancakes drowned in honey.

For a little while, the atmosphere was perfect. The war, the betrayal, the shattered pieces of my marriage—all of it faded behind the sticky fingers and the sound of my children.

Then they yawned. And reality ca flooding back.

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After I tucked them into bed, the palace was silent.

I walked the corridor without thinking, down the hall to his private study. The door was unlocked.

His scent hit first. The desk was neat. Papers stacked. Ink capped.

Except for one thing.

A single sheet of parchnt, folded once, sat in the center of the desk. Alone. Deliberate. Placed there to be found.

I stepped closer.

His familiar handwriting stretched across the front of the fold.

Elara

My hand reached for it. Stopped.

I stared at my own na in his script. He’d left this before riding north to face an army.

What was inside? An apology? The final separation decree? The legal dissolution of everything we’d been?

Or worse—the last words of a man walking onto a battlefield.

My fingers hovered over the parchnt. Trembling. I was overwheld by the sheer weight of what those words might an. The finality of it terrified .

I pulled my hand back.

The letter stayed on the desk. Untouched.

I turned, walked out of the study, and retreated upstairs to the guest room, closing the door behind .