All Chapters of Fake Amnesia, Claimed by My Ex’s Brother: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

Rhett’s POVThe last thing I saw was Kaela’s horror stricken face as the men dragged me out of the restaurant. The silver bullet burned like hell and rendered me incapacitated, but that didn’t stop them from putting a hood pulled over my head and shoving me into the backseat of a car, wrists bound, ankles tied. The door slammed shut. The engine roared to life. The vehicle lurched forward.The darkness smelled wrong. And I lost all concept of time, we seem to have journeyed a long time. And soon my body began to regain some functionality, the effects of the silver were waning.I started to wonder who would have the gull to do this to me. I had a lot of enemies, but they were all cowards. Only one person was close enough and had the right amount of motive.“Taren!” I shouted, twisting against the restraints. “You piece of trash. You think this scares me?”No answer.“I swear when I get out of these bonds, I'll kill you!!" The road noise swallowed my voice. The hood pressed against my m

Kaela’s POVI walked through the narrow corridors of the Silver Luna, my heart thumping against my ribs. The ship felt smaller now, crowded with secrets and the threat of Amélie’s ultimatum. I needed to move fast before Taren was forced into a corner he couldn't escape. I had to find a way to break Rhett’s hold once and for all.I found Rhett in the VIP lounge at the very back of the ship. The room was dimly lit, smelling of expensive leather and stale smoke. He was sitting alone in a large armchair, looking defeated but still dangerous. He was drinking "Lunar-Grain" whiskey, a dark liquid that glowed faintly in the glass.This drink kills humans but makes wolves very drunk. It was a potent spirit made from fermented moon-grass. Rhett was already halfway through the bottle, his movements slow and clumsy. I stood at the entrance for a moment, adjusting my posture and my expression. I had to play a part.I used a dangerous skill I learned from Clémentine. I closed my eyes and reached de

Kaela’s POVRhett had planned it all carefully.The Calypso Club was his stage a place where the powerful came to be seen and where no one could pretend they had not witnessed what happened. Dark velvet lined the walls. The bass from the speakers ran through the floor and up through my feet. He had filled every seat with Pack Elders, Beta wolves, and anyone whose opinion carried weight.He sat in a high-backed chair at the centre of the raised floor. Not standing. Keeping up the act. He looked up at me the way a person looks at something they have decided belongs to them, and he waited for me to walk toward him like I had no choice.I stood at the edge of the stage. My skin was cold despite the heat of the packed room. The Pack Elders sat in the front row, four of them, grey-haired, sharp-eyed, the kind of men who had watched Alpha bloodlines rise and fall for decades.Astra was pacing inside me. Tight, controlled circles. She hated being this close to him.Rhett reached into his jac

Rhett’s POVThe warehouse smelled like silver dust and gasoline.I knew what silver dust meant the moment I breathed it in. It was in the walls, in the floor, mixed into the air. Even in human form, the smell sat at the back of my throat like something burning. My wolf, Cael, had gone completely quiet, not calm, but quiet in the way an animal goes quiet when it knows the walls are closing in.I was on my knees. My wrists were bound behind me with silver-laced rope that left the skin raw and burning where it touched. The room was dark except for two lights above me, industrial and white, aimed directly at my face.Mateo Vega stood in front of me with his arms crossed.He looked different from the man I had put in that hospital bed. That man had been breakable. This one was not. He stood with the ease of someone who had never questioned whether he belonged in a room. I had spent my whole life learning how to stand like that. Mateo was born with it."You thought I was just a pilot," he s

Kaela's POVTwo days after the warehouse, I went alone to find Mateo.The mountain house was quiet when I arrived. It sat above the treeline, with stone walls and dark wood, a view out over nothing but grey sky and distance. No pack guards at the gate. No cars in the driveway. Just Mateo standing on the front steps with his hands in his pockets, watching me walk up the path like he had been expecting me for a long time.I had not told him I was coming. He had no reason to expect me, yet he was already outside when I arrived, like something in him had known.He opened the door before I reached it and said nothing. I followed him inside. A fire was going on in the main room. Two chairs faced it, close enough to feel the heat. He sat in one, and I sat in the other, and neither of us spoke for a moment."You want to know about the nickname," he said."Yes," I said.He looked at the fire. "You were seven. I was eight. I had followed a scent trail too far into the old Voss borderland and go