All Chapters of Fake Amnesia, Claimed by My Ex’s Brother: Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

Taren's POVThe shooting room was on the second floor, exactly where Mateo said it would be.It was longer than I expected, with bare concrete walls and a low ceiling. The smell hit me the moment I walked in. Gun oil, spent powder, and the faint metallic edge that clings to a room where weapons are used regularly, and the windows stay shut. Strip lights ran the full length of the ceiling. At the far end, a track system held paper targets, motorised and set to move on a timer.Mateo was already at the bench when I came through the door. He stood with his arms loose at his sides, looking at the weapons laid out in front of him. His power sat in the room like thick, dark smoke, heavy and spreading, filling every corner without rushing.I felt it land on me, and I let it.My own power did not spread. It stayed close and concentrated, the way a blade stays narrow to cut better. I walked to the bench and stood beside him without a word.Two guns had been set out. One on the left, one on the

Kaela’s POVTaren carried me into our apartment. The hallway was very quiet as we moved through the front door. He used his heavy shoulder to push the wood shut. The lock clicked into place with a sharp and loud snap. He did not let go of me as he walked toward the bedroom. I could feel the heat of his skin through his thin shirt. He held me as if I were the most fragile thing in the world.I just closed my eyes and let him move. I was very tired. My head was resting against his shoulder, and I could barely keep it up. My mind was full of bad memories. The fear was still there, sitting in my stomach. Taren was very worried. He looked down at me with a face that was tight and very hard. He did not like how pale my skin looked.He could feel my heart beating fast. He tightened his grip on my waist and my legs. He did not say a word, but I could feel his anger for what I had suffered. He took me to the bathroom. He turned on the warm water in the tub. The white steam filled the room ver

Kaela’s POVWe left the hospital without speaking. The lights in the hallway were too bright for what had just happened. Taren walked beside me, but he didn’t look at me once. His shoulders were tight. His jaw looked locked, like he was biting down on words that could tear out of him if he opened his mouth.Frank’s voice kept replaying in my head. The way he sat up and screamed. The way his eyes locked onto Taren with hate, not confusion.Bastard. Traitor. Those were not random words. Those were aimed.When we got in the parking lot, Taren unlocked the car and got in right away. I followed and shut the door gently.He started the engine and drove. No music. No small talk. Just road noise and his breathing, heavier than normal.“Taren,” I said after a minute.He didn’t answer.I tried again, softer. “Talk to me.”His throat moved like he swallowed something sharp. “Not now,” he said. He sounded controlled, but it wasn’t calm. It sounded like he was holding himself together by force.

Kaela’s POVThe yacht smelled like strong Alphas the moment I stepped aboard.It wasn’t subtle. The smell mixed with expensive cologne and salty sea air. Every hallway, lounge, and staircase had wolves standing too close, laughing too loud, and looking around like they owned the place.I adjusted the green dress I wore and kept my face calm. I chose this color because it made my skin look good and my eyes look sharper. I didn’t want to look soft tonight. I came for answers, not approval.Still, the moment I saw the stage, my stomach tightened.Taren stood there. He wore black, simple and neat. His posture was still, like he was watching the room instead of being watched.But the women didn’t care about his focus. They circled him like he was something for sale. Their dresses were tight, and their eyes didn’t hide what they wanted. They looked at him like he wasn’t a man, like he was a prize.I walked closer and stopped near the edge of the crowd, far enough to watch, but close enough

Kaela’s POVMateo stepped onto the stage like he belonged there.The women who had been bidding earlier shifted back. Even the host paused for a moment, like he didn’t know whether to introduce Mateo or stay quiet.I watched Mateo’s shoulders, his hands, and the way he stood near Taren without looking at him. He wasn’t here to flirt. He was here to take control of the room.Astra stirred inside me and spoke in a low warning voice. “The pup is now a King of Shadows.”I didn’t answer out loud. I kept my face steady and my eyes on the stage. My heart was beating fast, but I forced my posture to stay calm. If I looked shaken, the wolves around me would notice.Mateo reached the center of the stage. He glanced down at the crowd once, then looked toward the host as if waiting for the next step. The host cleared his throat and tried to bring back his cheerful tone.“And now,” the host said, “we have another—”Mateo cut him off with a small lift of his hand. Not rude, just firm. The host stop