My Ex Husband The Alpha His Brother The Rogue novel Chapter 90

Chapter 90

Chapter 90

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Cameron breaks the tense silence first. “They say the fire started near the basement generator. She might have…”

“Stop talking,” I growl, stepping closer. “You don’t get to say her name. Not now. Not ever.”

His brows narrow. “Kael…”

“Not ever!” I snap, my voice sharp enough to make the nearby officers freeze.

For a second, his mask slips. His eyes meet mine, and what I see there makes me want to hit something. Not pity. Not guilt.

Regret. Blame. He looks at me like I did this. I caused this.

Maybe… I did.

He loved her too. Probably still does.

The thought twists the dagger even deeper. Every breath feels painful.

Grandfather’s voice slices through the air, sharp and commanding.

“That’s enough!”

Cameron freezes, and I don’t even glance over at Grandfather.

“Not here,” the old man says, his tone is low but a firm warning. “Not over her corpse.”

Something inside me snaps at that.

“Don’t you dare say that,” I hiss. “She’s not…”

But the words die on my tongue.

Because the truth is, she is.

Gone. Maybe dead? Maybe not? But gone.

My vision blurs. Not from tears. I’ve long forgotten how to cry. It’s from the sheer weight of the ache pressing against my ribs.

Cameron looks like he wants to say something else. Maybe point fingers. Maybe something to make himself

feel better.

But one look from me and he stays silent.

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Good. Because if he breathes one word that sounds like sorrow or anything else, I’ll tear his throat out.

The air is thick with tension. Everyone’s staring, pretending not to listen.

I can’t do this.

Not here. Not with him.

I turn away and start walking toward the car. The mud pulls at my boots. Every step feels heavier than the last.

Behind me, I hear Grandfather mutter something to Cameron…something about the company, the family,

the headlines.

Always the headlines.

Even now, they’re thinking about the fallout.

I open the car door, then stop halfway.

Something glints on the ground. I bend and pick it up… a bracelet. Burnt on one side, but still intact enough that I recognise it.

The bracelet Laila got for Liam and I. The same one she’d given me with my hands around her throat in Bluewater Mall.

I clench it in my fist, feeling the edges dig into my palm.

When I finally get into the car, I don’t tell Blake to start the engine. I just sit there, staring out the window.

The seat beside me is empty and the silence all around presses heavily against my ribs.

I think of the last thing I said to her.

“Hate me. Loathe me. But I’ll be damned before I divorce you.”

And I wonder if that’s what was on her mind before she burned.

The thought rips at my heart.

I drag a hand down my face. My fingers shaking.

It wasn’t supposed to end like this. I told myself I’d fix it. That she’d forgive me eventually. That we’d go back to pretending we both hadn’t ruined each other.

But she’s gone.

And the only thing left is this hollow, ache inside me.

It’s not something I can kill…

I lean back against the seat, the bracelet still clutched in my hand.

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“Alpha?” Blake’s voice is hesitant. “Where to?”

I just stare ahead. Blankly,

“Nowhere,” I mutter.

There’s nowhere left to go.

—-A month later—-

“Alpha,” Blake’s voice draws me out of my thoughts. “It’s time.”

I glance up, my brows furrowed into a frown.

He’s standing by the door, a suit strapped over his arm alongside a crisply ironed white shirt.

Time… time for what?

“The funeral will begin soon.” Blake adds as if guessing my confusion.

Right… the funeral.

My heart constricts at the thought.

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The Blackwoods, namely my Grandfather, is so eager to believe she…they are gone. He had wasted no time planning a funeral and reaching out to concerned relatives.

Laila’s father…her brother, her pack,

But they all had pretty similar things to say.

‘Everything happened as it was meant to.’

Το my knowledge, Laila’s family have never been a part of her life. Not since they sold her off to the Blackwoods in repayment of their debt.

So why can’t I get her father’s words out of my head?

The irony is, I know exactly why.

Turning down the Blackwoods invitation to the funeral of their own daughter may have just been their continued pattern of neglect towards her.

But I would rather believe there’s something more to it. Even now, I’m clinging to the possibility that Laila and Liam are still alive.

Everyone else believes otherwise. Especially since Marie’s body was retrieved from the wreckage.

My fists clench tightly at the thought.

Marie… I’d been the one to recruit the poor girl, and bring her into our world. Just like I did with Laila… and

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