Todos los capítulos de Fake Amnesia, Claimed by My Ex’s Brother: Capítulo 11 - Capítulo 20

Kaela’s POV“You’re working seamlessly, Aunt Giulia.” I warmly linked arms with Mrs. Medici.Yes, Aunt.Giulia Medici, my mother’s closest friend during her studies in Florence, was like a sister to her, a she-wolf of impeccable grace and bloodline, and a sharp mind honed by decades of navigating international pack politics.“That price,” she said with a wink, “even I feel a bit guilty about it.”“To deal with wolves, you need a rifle.” My tone sharpened. “Besides, that tower in Milan? The keys are no longer in his claws.”Aunt Giulia gave a low chuckle, but her gaze gleamed with pride. “Thanks to you, we claimed that Milan jewel at a cost even our ancestors would respect.”“Looking at that top floor,” she added, voice lower, “with its perfect light, the privacy, the strength of the foundation, it calls for a she-wolf with vision. Maybe one who’s tired of Parisian politics and betrayal.”I turned to her.She gently patted my hand. “I’ll keep that top floor untouched. Consider it a gif

Rhett's POVDamn it.The training hall was still buzzing long after the fight ended. Wolves whispered in tight circles, their voices low but sharp, each word slicing through the air like knives. Every sound scraped against my nerves. It didn’t matter that they tried to hide it, every single one of them had watched Taren beat me.And they liked it. I felt their pitying looks on my skin, like insects crawling under my clothes.Selene tried to place a hand on my shoulder, whispering, “Rhett, let’s just go” I shoved her off. “Don’t touch me.”The humiliation boiled so deep inside me it felt like poison. I couldn’t breathe in there. I needed to move, needed to escape. Selene trotted behind me like a frightened dog as I stomped toward the car.We got in without a word.The moment the engine started, my foot slammed on the gas. Gravel spat behind us, the car jerking forward with a burst of speed that made Selene scream.“Rhett! Stop, slow down!” she cried. But I didn’t listen to her.I only

Kaela’s POVThe woman from the doorway didn’t bother with greetings. She stopped in front of me with that same cold, lifted chin, her gaze scraping over me.“You must be Kaela,” she said. “I’m surprised this place didn’t collapse entirely without you.” Her eyes swept the room once more. “Then again, perhaps I shouldn’t be.”Whispers rippled through the veterans. Sophie stiffened. Taren’s aura sharpened beside me.The woman, the socialite Camille, though she hadn’t introduced herself, tilted her head with a slow, predatory smirk. “I wanted to see the Omega who caused such… noise.”So that’s what she wanted. A reaction, a show of dominance. But she wasn’t ready for mine.I didn’t speak yet. I let her continue with her assumptions. It was always interesting, watching someone underestimate me with such eager confidence.Her eyes flicked to Taren again, lingering far too long. “Of course, I had to check the rumors. You know people talk.” She gave a delicate, insincere laugh. “About Taren a

Kaela’s POVThe studio was quiet except for the soft hum of the model engines cooling down. I stood with Taren near the main workbench. The dim work lights cast a warm glow across his face, and for a moment, everything felt still.But then I felt it.The heat from his body pressed against me like a physical force. His skin was warmer than normal. His breathing changed, slower at first, then deeper. My cheeks grew hot. My heartbeat sped up and I felt a restless tension spreading between us.Taren stepped closer. His hand lifted like he meant to touch me again. The hunger in his expression was clear and direct, with no attempt to hide it.I panicked. not at him, but at my own reaction. I grabbed his wrist before he could touch me, pushing him back gently.“Taren… stop,” I said quickly. “You need a moment.”He froze, as if trying to steady himself. His muscles were tense under my hands. His eyes stayed locked on me, but he didn’t say anything.I backed away, forcing myself to cool down.

Kaela’s POVTaren’s hand rested over mine, warm and steady. His eyes searched my face with a direct question.“What did Rhett say to you?”I kept my voice level. “It doesn’t matter.”His brows lowered a little, but he waited.I pulled my hand back slowly and teased him. “And stop looking at me like that. You act like a bodyguard.”He didn’t respond. His expression stayed calm, but I could feel the tension underneath. He watched me for a moment longer, then stepped aside to give me space.The music inside the ballroom continued as if nothing had happened, but my chest still held a tight pressure left by Rhett’s touch and Selene’s glare. I forced myself to breathe until the noise softened.But the dinner wasn’t the end. I still needed approval from my teacher, Madame Clémentine.She was the only one whose opinion mattered for the next step of my work. And she was the person I had disappointed years ago when I walked away from flight design.The next morning, I drove alone toward the out