My Ex Husband The Alpha His Brother The Rogue novel Chapter 64

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Chapter 64

-Laila

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His eyes hold mine captive. His brows slightly furrowed like he’s not looking at me, but trying to see through me instead.

I rip my gaze away from his with difficulty, shifting my attention to the snow dripping off my coat and melting to form a puddle around our boots.

Kael’s good at picking up on subtle hints when the moment, whatever it is between us, is over.

But this time, he doesn’t move away or take a step back.

He’s still stands too close. Still feels too warm. Too… Kael.

The silence inside the cabin keeps growing heavier. It must be heavier than the storm outside at this point.

My lungs are burning as I struggle to breathe in the air that’s full of everything him…

His scent, his breaths merging with mine…

A shiver runs down my spine, faster than I can prevent or control it. And that seems to do the trick to shake Kael out of whatever staring trance he’s fallen into.

He doesn’t release me right away. His hands stay firm on my shoulders, pinning me in place like I might disappear if he lets go.

I also wish I could.

But outside those doors, is a raging snow storm. And I don’t have nearly enough of the death wish it requires to brave it, just to get away from Kael.

Kael finally drags a hand through his wet hair and then he steps back. Only slightly, his coat brushing mine.

The space between us is still too small to breathe properly.

He pulls his phone out, his thumb moving across the screen, and then he curses under his breath. “No reception. We’ll be stuck here for a while.”

My stomach twists are that. “Liam…”

Kael’s head snaps up at the name, his eyes finding mine.

I don’t even realize my hands are clenched so tightly until he takes one, prying my fingers open.

“Laila.” His voice is softer now. “He’s fine. You know I wouldn’t let anything happen to him.”

“My Granddad is watching him. Marie and Shirley too.”

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I nod slowly, but it does nothing to stop the sting in my chest. It doesn’t stop the guilt for being stuck here instead of with my son.

Kael squeezes my hand once more, like it’s instinct, before releasing it and moving across the room with quick. purposeful strides.

He scans the cabin, taking note of everything like he’s done this a thousand times.

And then he finds a stack of wood, flint, and some matches.

In minutes, Kael has a fire roaring in the stone hearth, while I’m still standing in place like my feet are rooted to the ground.

The warmth licks at my frozen skin, dragging sensation back into my numb fingers.

“Sit.” He points at the old sofa near the fire. His tone is deep, and the command is sharp, leaving no room for arguments.

There’s an edge of something else beneath it. Concern?

I want to argue, but my quivering legs give me away.

I sink into the sofa, hugging myself as he continues moving around the room, shaking out blankets, checking windows, and making sure the storm won’t creep in unexpectedly.

He’s efficient… controlled. Just the things that make Kael, Kael.

But there’s something more. He’s doting. Not doting in the way he is when eyes are on us and we have to put on a show.

There’s no one here. No one to see him swiftly make a comfortable safe haven out of the rundown cabin for

1. me.

Still, he does it. His brows furrowed in concentration like there’s nothing else in the world more important

than this.

I’ve become so used to watching him pretend to be a husband, I didn’t realize he could actually be one…

Who is this man?

Kael kneels in front of me, placing a blanket he’d found somewhere, over my shoulders. He tucks it around me as if I can’t do it myself.

His fingers brush my cheek as he does, and they linger, checking for warmth, and his jaw tightens when he feels how cold my skin still is.

“You should change. His gaze shifts down to my soaked clothes, then moves away just as quickly. “Wet clothing will keep you cold.”

I freeze under his words, and the implication. There’s no side room in the cabin…

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The image of him undressing me flashes through my mind, unwanted.

“I’ll be fine,” I decline quickly, pulling the blanket tighter around myself. “You don’t need to fuss.”

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His lips tilts slightly, revealing a half smile, and half something darker. “You’ve always hated when I fuss, But I

stop, Laila. Not when it’s you.”

can’t

My heart jerks against my ribs.

He stands, turning away before I can respond, as if to give me privacy. But I still see it.

The tension in his shoulders, the way his hands curl into fists before he relaxes them. Like he’s holding himself back.

He’s always holding himself back.

I quickly pull off the wet clothes and toss them aside, so I’m standing just in my underwear, and then I sink deeper into the sofa, pulling the blanket up to my chin.

“You can…look now.” I murmur,

He glances over his shoulder at my words, his eyes examining my form before nodding in approval.

My body is finally warming up, but my mind still won’t settle.

I should feel relieved. Safe, even. But with Kael hovering around, pacing the room with his phone in hand while stealing glances around me here and there, like he’s both protector and a stalking predator, I feel something else entirely.

Helplessly drawn to him.

So much that it scares me.

As the fire crackles quietly and he finally abandons his quest for reception and settles into the couch across from me, eyeing me in a manner that’s not at all subtle,

I can’t shake the thought that maybe he isn’t just keeping me warm for necessity. Maybe part of him likes that the storm forced us here…together, alone, where our reality can’t touch us.

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