Betrayed by My Ex, Marked by His Alpha Emperor Brother Chapter 70

Elara’s POV

The chanical lift humd beneath our feet as it carried us down from Kaelen’s study. Neither of us spoke. We didn’t need to.

I leaned against his chest, my cheek pressed to the warm fabric of his coat. His heartbeat was steady under my ear—strong and sure and real. His arm circled my waist, holding against him like he was afraid I might dissolve if he let go.

And his scent.

I breathed him in. Deep. Slow. Sandalwood and raw masculine power, layered with sothing wild, sothing that belonged to the forest and the moon and the dark spaces between stars.

I knew this scent.

Not from the corridors of the palace. Not from the study where we’d just torn open years of secrets. I knew it from before. From a night soaked in candlelight and champagne and the trembling thrill of a stranger’s hands on my skin.

This was the scent that had clung to the sheets when I woke alone.

This was the scent I had carried in my mory like a ghost—naless, faceless, haunting through every exhausted night of raising a child on my own.

And it had been his. All along.

Moonlight purred inside . A deep, satisfied vibration that humd through my bones.

"You’re staring at ," Kaelen murmured. His chin rested on the top of my head. I could feel the rumble of his voice through his chest.

"I’m not staring. My eyes are closed."

"You’re staring with intent."

A laugh escaped . Small and watery, but genuine.

The lift slowed. Stopped. The doors opened onto the underground carriage house—cool stone and flickering lantern light. Several imperial carriages stood in neat rows, their lacquered surfaces gleaming.

Kaelen stepped out first, then turned and offered his hand. I took it. His fingers folded around mine—warm, calloused, impossibly gentle.

He didn’t let go.

We walked together toward a sleek black carriage near the entrance. A coachman straightened at the sight of us, scrambling to open the door. Kaelen waved him off with a look and opened it himself.

Before I could climb in, he caught my elbow. Turned to face him.

The lantern light carved shadows beneath his cheekbones. His dark gold eyes held mine with that fierce, unbearable tenderness that still made my breath catch every single ti.

"We lost all those years," he said quietly. He gently cupped my cheeks. His thumbs brushed my skin, slow and deliberate, like he was morizing my face. "I intend to spend the rest of my life making up for every one of them."

My throat tightened. I pressed my lips together, fighting the fresh sting behind my eyes.

"Starting today," I whispered.

He kissed my forehead. Lingered there. Then helped into the carriage.

The ride was not long. I spent most of it tucked against Kaelen’s side, watching the capital slide past the window—rooftops and chimney smoke and the distant glint of the river. His hand rested on my knee. His thumb moved in absent, soothing circles.

When the carriage slowed to a stop outside our residence building, I leaned forward and looked up.

Third floor window.

A small face was pressed flat against the glass. Forehead smashed, nose squished, both palms splayed on either side of his head like a little starfish.

Valerius.

I laughed. "He’s been watching."

Kaelen leaned past to look. Sothing shifted in his expression—a softening so profound it changed the entire architecture of his face. The emperor vanished. What remained was just a man looking up at his son for the first ti with full knowledge of what that word ant.

"He has my eyes," Kaelen said. His voice was rough.

"He has your stubbornness too."

A ghost of a smile. "Good."

The carriage door opened. I barely had one foot on the cobblestones before I heard the building’s front door bang open and small boots thundering down the steps.

"Mommy! Lord Kaelen! You’re here! You’re BOTH here!"

Valerius launched himself off the bottom step and collided with my legs at full speed. I caught him, stumbling back a half step. His arms locked around my waist with surprising force.

"Hi, sweetheart." I smoothed his wild black curls. "Were you watching from the window?"

"I saw the carriage! Brenna said it was probably just a delivery, but I KNEW it was you. I knew it." He pulled back and craned his neck up at Kaelen, dark gold eyes enormous. "Lord Kaelen, are you staying for lunch? Brenna made pasta. There’s extra."

Kaelen crouched down. His knee pressed into the cobblestones. At this height, he and Valerius were nearly eye to eye—and the resemblance hit like a fist to the chest. The sa jaw. The sa dark gold irises ringed with amber. The sa stubborn set to the brow.

"I’d like that very much," Kaelen said. "If you’ll have ."

Valerius bead. Grabbed Kaelen’s hand. Pulled.

"Co ON. Before it gets cold."

Upstairs, the residence slled like garlic and butter. Brenna stood at the small stove, wooden spoon in hand, cheeks flushed from the steam. She took one look at the three of us—Valerius towing Kaelen by the hand, trailing behind with tear-swollen eyes and a trembling smile—and set the spoon down.

"Well," she said. "I take it the conversation went well."

I nodded. Couldn’t speak.

She understood. She always did.

"Pasta’s almost ready," she said briskly, turning back to the pot. "Valerius, go wash your hands."

"But—"

"Hands. Now."

He groaned dramatically but released Kaelen’s hand and darted toward the washbasin. The mont he was out of earshot, Brenna glanced at over her shoulder and mouthed: Tell him?

I nodded again. Took a breath. Then another.

Kaelen’s hand found the small of my back. Steady. Grounding.

After lunch, I set my fork down and looked at Kaelen. He t my gaze. A silent agreent passed between us.

"Valerius," I said. "Co sit on the small settee, baby. We need to talk to you about sothing."

His expression shifted instantly. Wary. Watchful. He climbed onto the worn cushion and sat very straight, hands folded in his lap—a posture so adult it ached.

"Am I in trouble?"

"No, sweetheart. Not even a little."

I knelt in front of him. Kaelen lowered himself beside . Our knees touched.

"You know how you’ve asked about your daddy," I began. My voice wavered. I steadied it. "You’ve asked many tis. And I always told you I’d explain when the ti was right."

Valerius nodded slowly. His dark gold eyes were enormous.

"The ti is right now." I reached back and found Kaelen’s hand without looking. Squeezed. "Valerius, Kaelen is your father. Your real father. Your daddy."

Silence.

Valerius looked at . Looked at Kaelen. Back at . His small brow furrowed deeply. He was processing—I could see the gears turning behind those golden eyes, sorting through every mory, every question, every lonely night when he’d asked why other children had fathers and he didn’t.

Then he looked at Kaelen again. Really looked.

His gaze traveled from Kaelen’s dark hair to his jaw to his eyes. Those unmistakable dark gold eyes.

"Your eyes," Valerius said softly. "They’re the sa as mine."

Kaelen’s throat worked. "Yes, buddy. They are."

"Nobody else has eyes like mine. Mommy always said they were special."

"They are special," Kaelen said. His voice was barely holding. "Because they’re yours."

Sothing broke open in my son’s face. Not sadness. Not confusion. Pure, blinding joy—the kind only a child can feel, uncomplicated and enormous and impossible to contain.

He threw himself forward.

Kaelen caught him. One arm wrapped around that small body, the other hand cradling the back of his head, and Valerius buried his face in Kaelen’s neck and whispered the word that shattered us both.

"Daddy."

The tears ca. Mine. Kaelen’s. Silent and fierce and unstoppable.

From the kitchen, I heard Brenna sniffle loudly, then joke loudly, "I’m going to need to update my carved ’World’s Best Godmother’ wooden mug. Have the craftsman add ’and friend of the royal family’ underneath."

I laughed through my tears. Kaelen pressed his lips to Valerius’s curls and held him tighter.

The afternoon sun had shifted by the ti a knock ca at the door. I opened it to find Finnian standing in the hallway, a small travel pack slung over one shoulder. His golden hair was tied back. His expression was warm but tinged with sothing bittersweet.

"Heading north," he said simply.

I stepped aside. He entered, and his gaze swept the room—Valerius sitting on Kaelen’s lap on the floor, building a tower of wooden blocks together. Brenna leaning against the kitchen doorway, drying a bowl.

Kaelen looked up. Set Valerius gently aside. Rose.

The two n faced each other. The air tightened.

Then Kaelen extended his hand.

"I owe you an apology, Finnian," he said. No preamble. No hedging. "My jealousy last night was unfounded and disrespectful. You deserved better than that."

Finnian clasped his hand firmly. "Apology accepted."

"More than that," Kaelen continued. "I owe you my gratitude. If you hadn’t ntioned seeing Seraphine wearing that badge, we might never have uncovered the truth. Everything—finding Elara, finding my son—traces back to that single detail."

Finnian’s expression softened. "I’m glad it helped."

He turned to next. Pulled into a brief, solid hug.

"Take care of yourself, Ela," he murmured against my hair. "And that little boy of yours."

"I will."

He released and moved toward Brenna. They exchanged small folded papers—addresses, contact details for ssage-carriers. Brenna tucked hers into her apron pocket with a small smile.

"You’d better write," she said.

"Count on it."

Finnian crouched in front of Valerius. "You be good for your mom and dad, all right?"

Valerius nodded solemnly. "Will you co back, Finnian?"

"Whenever I can, little man."

He straightened. Slung his pack higher on his shoulder. Paused at the door.

His gaze drifted to Brenna one last ti. A gentle smile crossed his face. He winked.

"I’ll need to make sure Kaelen’s treating my girls right before I go too far," he said. "So don’t be surprised if I check in."