บททั้งหมดของ RECLAIMING THEIR EX-BREEDER : บทที่ 91 - บทที่ 100

Third Person POV The kiss lingered between them like a promise and a wound.Calla pulled back first, her breath shaky, her hands pressed against Brynn’s chest. For a moment, her fingers curled into his shirt, holding him close. Then she hit him on the chest. It wasn't really hard, but enough to make her feelings clear. A sharp push against his chest, her eyes glistening with unshed tears.“Promise me,” she whispered fiercely. “Promise you will come back safe. I want you to come back safe to me, please.”Brynn looked down at her, golden eyes burning with intensity. He cupped her face with both hands, thumbs brushing away the tears that had escaped.“I will, my love,” he said, voice low and rough. He leaned in and kissed the tip of her nose gently. “I will come back to you. No matter what.”Calla nodded, swallowing hard. She stepped back, arms wrapping around herself as if to hold her heart together.Brynn turned away, shoulders tense, ready to lead the warriors into the coming confli

Third Person POV Calla stood in the center of the council chamber, her chest rising and falling rapidly. Her breath came in short, sharp gasps, the air feeling too thick, too heavy to pull into her lungs. Her heart beat violently against her ribs. She pressed one hand tightly against her chest, fingers digging into the fabric of her deep blue dress, willing herself to calm down. The room spun slightly at the edges, but she forced her spine straight, refusing to let them see her break.“What proof do you have,” she demanded, her voice shaking but loud enough to cut through the murmurs, “that I am the cause of this plague?”The chamber fell into a tense hush. Elders exchanged glances. Guards shifted uneasily. Tanya leaned forward in her seat, her eyes gleaming with anticipation.Before anyone could answer, the grand double doors at the far end of the chamber swung open with a slow, resonant creak.The Moon Goddess Priestess entered.She was ethereal, almost otherworldly. Tall and gra

Calla’s POV I sat on the cold stone floor of the dungeon cell, my head bowed, knees drawn up to my chest. The damp chill seeped through the thin fabric of my dress, making my skin prickle. The only light came from a flickering torch far down the corridor, casting long, dancing shadows through the iron bars. Every breath echoed slightly in the silence. My hands trembled in my lap, but I clenched them tighter, refusing to let the tears fall.Why would the Priestess say anything about black magic on me? I didn’t even practice it. I had never seen anyone practice it. The words kept circling in my head like vultures. I had spent my whole life trying to survive … first as a breeder, then as a runaway mother. Magic? I barely understood the mate pull, let alone something dark and forbidden. Yet here I was, accused of spreading a plague with powers I didn’t possess. It didn’t make sense. None of it did.I tried to think, to piece together who could be behind this, but my mind felt heavy a

Calla's POVI stayed on my knees, with my forehead pressed against the cold iron bars. My eyes burned with unshed tears. I could still feel her small arms around me, her warm breath against my neck, her voice calling me “Mummy.” The sweetness of that moment lingered, but it only made the emptiness of the cell feel colder.My left hand started itching again … worse than before. It burned like fire crawling under my skin. I scratched at the back of my wrist, nails digging deep, but the relief was gone in seconds. The itch returned fiercer, spreading up my arm. I bit my lip hard, forcing the tears back. I wouldn’t cry. Not here. Not where the shadows could see me break. But it hurt so badly. My skin felt hot and tight, like something alive was moving beneath it. I pulled my sleeve down quickly, refusing to look.A raspy voice came from the corner of the cell, low and ancient.“You are infected.”I froze. My breath caught in my throat. Fear ran down my spine like ice water. I didn’t sa

Blade's POV I stood at the top of the steps, chest heaving, fists clenched at my sides. The anger inside me was blinding. These were my people. My pack. And they were calling for the death of my mate.A guard captain rushed up the steps to me, breathing hard, face pale. “Alpha, the crowd is getting worse. They heard about the council meeting. They want her blood. We can hold the gates for now, but if this continues…”I raised a hand, silencing him. My voice carried across the courtyard, deep and commanding, laced with the power of my Alpha wolf.“Enough!”The shouting died down slightly as heads turned toward me. Some people bowed their heads in respect, but many kept their angry expressions, eyes burning with fear and desperation.I stepped forward, my presence dominating the stairs. “Calla Tonks is under my protection. Anyone who calls for her death will answer to me personally. Go home. This is not justice. This is fear feeding on fear. The plague is real, but she is not its sou