Chapter 111: Reasons to Run

Calla's POVThe pain woke me before the light did.It started in my wrist, the way it always did now, a deep burning that crawled up toward my shoulder. I lay still on the bedroll for a moment, breathing through it, listening to Brynne’s slow breaths beside me. He was still out cold, sprawled on his back, dead to the world. He’d drunk enough last night to fell three men.I eased myself up without waking him and reached for the small pouch I kept tucked in my dress.It was Brynne’s idea, the remedy. A few days ago, when the pain first got bad, he’d cut his own palm and let a little of his blood drip into a cup of water and crushed herbs. Alpha blood is strong, he’d said. It won’t cure it. But it might hold it back.It had sounded strange to me at first. Mad, even. Drinking his blood like some creature out of an old story.But it worked.Not completely. The veins still spread. But when I drank it, the burning dulled. The fever eased. I could think straight again, could stand without

Chapter 112: The Garden

Bianca's POVI turned over in bed and stared at the wall.I had been awake for hours, but I couldn’t make myself get up. The morning light crept across the floor, and the palace stirred to life around me… footsteps in the halls, voices, it was just the ordinary noise of a place trying to pretend everything was normal.It wasn’t normal. Nothing had been normal since the news about my sister spread.I finally pushed myself up and dressed. I needed to do something with my hands, something useful. I always helped around the palace in the mornings … in the kitchens, with the laundry, wherever they needed an extra pair of hands. I liked the work. It kept me busy. It made me feel like I belonged somewhere.But the moment I walked into the kitchens, the talking stopped.The women I’d worked beside for days now turned away from me. One of them pulled a basket of bread out of my reach like I might poison it just by being close. Another whispered something to the girl next to her, and they bo

Chapter 113: The Valley Of Kings

Calla's POVI waited until the camp went quiet.The fires had burned low across the hollow. Somewhere out in the dark, a wounded wolf was still moaning, the sound was thin and steady, the way it had been all night. Two more tents stood empty at the eastern edge … the wolves who’d slept in them were on the cart now, or in the ground. No one had said it out loud. No one had to.Inside the tent, Brynne slept.I sat beside him in the dim light and looked at him for a long time. The lines of his face had gone soft in sleep, all the Alpha hardness melted off him. He looked younger like this. I had everything ready. The gloves were on, drawn up past my elbows to hide the veins. The knife was tucked in my back pocket. The little pouch with the vials sat against my hip, and a small bundle of food and a waterskin waited by the tent flap. There was nothing left to do but go.But I couldn’t make myself stand up yet.So I leaned down instead, and I kissed him.I meant it to be quick. A goodbye h

All Chapters of RECLAIMING THEIR EX-BREEDER : Chapter 111 - Chapter 113

Chapter 111: Reasons to Run

Chapter 112: The Garden

Chapter 113: The Valley Of Kings