My Ex Husband The Alpha His Brother The Rogue novel Chapter 68

Chapter 68

-Cameron

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Liam shifts in my arms, his small limbs flailing as he struggles to get away from me.

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He’s determined and so full of energy, I almost laugh. But I catch the smile just as my lips twitch.

This kid has a strange effect on me.

Sometimes, it’s like I can’t help but feel more connected to him than I should.

His little fists curl against my chest and shove, but I find myself holding him tighter than I mean to, like I’m afraid to let go.

Marie hurries over, muttering a quiet apology to me as she reaches for him.

I let her take him but not without brushing a hand over his head to ruffle his hair like I’d seen Laila do a few times.

Liam giggles, beaming at me, his wide grin revealing his dimples. His eyes shining with innocent excitement.

My chest tightens and I resist the urge to rub away the ache.

This feeling…

I shouldn’t feel this way. Not about him. Not about… Kael’s son.

“Alpha,” Marie says with a small bow of her head, adjusting Liam on her hip. He wriggles around in protest until she sets him down and he stumbles forward on his tiny legs.

“I run fast!” he announces proudly, puffing out his chest.

Then he sneezes. A sharp, tiny sound.

Marie crouches immediately, wiping his nose with a handkerchief she’s holding. “We should go change into some warmer clothes. We can’t have you catch a cold, Liam.”

“And no touching berries next time. I told you. They make your skin all itchy…”

Marie trails off, rubbing Liam’s palms slowly.

I’m about to leave but I pause in my steps. A cold chill runs down my spine.

Did I just hear her right? Liam’s allergic to berries?

I crouch down so I’m facing Liam, my heart pounding loudly in my own ears. “Liam,” I begin, hesitantly, “Do you get itchy when you eat berries?”

Liam frowns, like he’s trying to remember the answer to my question.

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Then he nods once. “Bad itchy.” He scratches his arm like he’s demonstrating, then gets distracted by his toy car zooming past and runs after it.

Meanwhile, I’m still frozen in place.

The sound of Marie calling for him and running after him fades far away.

Because now, my mind is reeling.

The only one with that allergy… is me. Always me. No one else in the Blackwood line, not Granddad, not Kael. Just me.

So why…?

My hands clench into fists, so tight my nails are digging into my palms. I stand, almost too fast.

Marie’s eyes flick nervously over to me from down the hall where she’d finally caught up with Liam.

I force a smile, but my thoughts are already spiraling.

Every moment since Laila’s return. The last time Laila and I were together before the divorce.

It’s convenient. Too convenient. Liam’s age is exactly how long Kael and Laila have been married.

So, unless Laila was intimate with Kael while we were married or soon after…

But the Laila I know… she wouldn’t entertain Kael so soon after me. She just wouldn’t.

I shake my head, trying to clear my thoughts.

I’m beginning to make connections where there aren’t any. I have to be.

I get up to my feet, heading to my room.

But the thoughts won’t leave me. Not when I get into the shower and not when I change out of my clothing either.

It’s stuck like a thorn, and it just keeps digging deeper into me every second.

I need something… anything to put an end to these suspicions before I do something rash,

A few hours later, Kael and Laila are yet to return. The news highlight says the storm will last all night.

Which means Kael and Laila will be stuck together for that long.

My hands clench tightly and I lay in bed, staring at the nothing in particular,

I know I shouldn’t be this bothered. Kael is Laila’s husband.

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“Why are you in here? You didn’t answer any of my calls, I’ve been

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She steps forward, desperation woven into her every word. “They’re framing me, Cam. The Hazel Mal thing I swear it wasn’t me. You know I wouldn’t risk everything for for nothing less, you have to believe

Her voice breaks, tears stremming down her checks.

But I don’t

I can’t. Not now. Not when my head is occupied with questions bigger than her games.

1 brush past her without a word. Her hand reaches for my sleeve but I shake it off, ending down the hall,

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The cold night air slams into me as I step out of the lake house, but it does nothing to cool my rage.

The suspicion is like a storm clawing at my insides.

I slide into my car, slam the door shut, and pull out my phone, dialing a number.

“Cameron?“”

“It’s me,” I say, my voice is tight. “I’m coming to your hospital now. I need you to run a DNA test. It’s urgent.“”

For a moment, the voice on the other end is silent, and then, “On who?”

I glance at the strand of hair between my fingers, my throat tight.

“Liam Blackwood.”

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