All Chapters of Fake Amnesia, Claimed by My Ex’s Brother: Chapter 1 - Chapter 5

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