Fake Amnesia, Claimed by My Ex’s Brother

Kaela’s POVThe scent of scorched sage and bloodroot hit me first — sharp, bitter, and so strong it burned behind my eyes.Then came the pain.A deep, pounding ache bloomed in my skull, followed by the heavy stiffness in my limbs. My body screamed with soreness, every inch of me bruised or torn. I blinked slowly, vision flickering between shadow and firelight. The room swam into focus: curved timber walls, thick hides stretched across the ceiling, and rune carvings glowing faintly along the beams. A fire crackled low in the center, throwing flickers of gold across the healing hut.I lay on a woven pallet covered in furs. My head was tightly wrapped with herbs soaked into the cloth, I could smell bloodroot, blackthorn, and crushed moonlace. I tried to move, but even that slight twitch made my body scream.Where was I?What happened?And then, like wolves approaching the edge of a clearing, two voices cut through the night from just beyond the doorway.“She’ll live,” said the first.

Kaela’s POVMy hands shook as I pressed my thumb to the crystal memory rune.“Hurry, she could return any minute.” Selene’s crimson-tipped claws dug into the padded seat of the wagon, her voice breathless and wild in a way I had never heard before.“Relax,” Rhett’s face appeared in the hovering image, his golden hair damp with sweat, his tone smug and lazy. “I sent her to the ridge to collect the ceremonial moonstone. That trek will keep her gone for an hour.”Then came the soft sound of fabric tearing and a low moan.The rune’s vision orb focused on the back bench of the enchanted travel wagon, the same one that used to carry me to every council meeting.Rhett pressed Selene down against the seat, her legs coiled around his waist.“Are you sure you’ve secured all the authorization scrolls?” Rhett growled, his hand sliding roughly across her hip.Selene laughed, her eyes glinting with triumph. “Of course. She signed everything without suspicion. Once the healer confirms her wolf’s in

Kaela’s POVRhett arrived earlier than expected, the sound of his footsteps sharp against the floorboards as he approached the bedroom. I felt his presence before he even crossed the threshold, that familiar flare of possessiveness rolling off him like heat before a storm. I shifted deliberately beneath the sheets, letting the marks on my neck and collarbone remain visible, each one a deliberate strike painted across my skin. I leaned back against the pillows with lazy satisfaction, savoring the way Rhett’s entire expression shattered the moment he took in the scene before him. His eyes widened, shock first, then rage, then something far weaker , humiliation. The red glow crept into his irises, that telltale sign of a wolf whose emotions were dragging his control to its breaking point. I tilted my head as if just waking, my voice smooth and slightly raspy. “Rhett? It’s early. What are you doing? Taren’s in the shower.” And to make sure the message hit him hard, I stretched slightl

Kaela's POVWe went out after training. The drive to the workshop was nothing but cold, black night-time wind and anticipation. Taren drove at a careful pace, one hand remaining on the wheel and the other draped casually over the folder of my conversion concepts as if they were his just as much as mine.Twenty minutes later, we arrived at a narrow lane obscured by ivy-draped fences and dim maintenance lamps. At the opposite end of the alley, holding a steel reinforced door that had three inch thick dents in it which bore the insignia of the Werewolf Aerospace Private Division.It was here that the alpha wolves would refine and commission their models before big competition, where the wins were designed and losses were buried. The air inside was thick with the scent of metal, grease and high-performance fuel, and a dull not-quite-quiet hung in space beneath the roar, specialized engines had been rumbling impatiently awaiting permission to play outside. It felt like home.“Monsieur L

Kaela’s POV“What’s happening? Why is it so noisy?” Taren’s voice rang from behind the crowd. He moved with quiet authority as he slipped through the onlookers, coming to stand beside Eleanor, a glass of champagne still in his hand.Inside the room, Rhett stood frozen, disheveled and wide-eyed. Mrs. Brissac sat on the floor, trembling, her eyes red with rage and humiliation. My instincts kicked in. I rushed forward, shedding my shawl and gently covering her exposed shoulders.She clutched the fabric, then suddenly stood, voice shaking as she pointed a quivering finger at Rhett.“It was him!” she screamed. “This bastard tried to force himself on me!”The air stilled. No one moved. No one breathed. Her sobs echoed like thunder in a suddenly silent hall. Rhett stood paralyzed, pale and gaping, the picture of a cornered wolf.“What did you say?!” Mr. Brissac’s voice bellowed behind us. The tall, broad-shouldered alpha barreled through the crowd, his aura crushing and his expression fera