Semua Bab RECLAIMING THEIR EX-BREEDER : Bab 41 - Bab 50

Calla's POV I walked slowly down the long corridor toward our suite. My body still ached from the frozen woods. My clothes were damp and torn in places. The hot spring had helped, but the tiredness sat deep in my bones. The loss of the first trial weighed on my chest like a stone. Tanya’s smug smile kept flashing in my mind. But I pushed it away. Right now, I only want one thing.Adele.The door to our suite clicked open under my hand. The room was warm and quiet. Soft lights glowed from the lamps. The scent of lavender from the bath earlier still lingered in the air. I stepped inside and closed the door gently behind me.Adele was curled up on the big bed in her wolf form. She was tiny. A fluffy ball of dark fur with soft silver streaks that caught the light. Her little ears twitched in her sleep. Her tail was tucked neatly around her body. She looked so small and perfect, like a living stuffed toy. Her chest rose and fell in slow, peaceful breaths.My heart squeezed tight. Tea

Calla's POV I opened my eyes in the middle of the night. The suite was dark and quiet. Adele was still asleep beside me, curled up in her little wolf form. Her fluffy dark fur rose and fell with soft breaths. Her tail was tucked neatly around her body. She looked so peaceful. So safe.I watched her for a long moment. My heart felt full and heavy at the same time. The trial loss still sat in my chest, but holding her earlier had washed some of it away. She was why I fought. She was why I had to keep going.Carefully, I slipped out of the bed. I didn’t want to wake her. I pulled on a simple dark coat over my night clothes and moved toward the door on quiet feet. The hallway outside was empty. The pack house slept.I walked down the corridor. My bare feet made almost no sound on the cool marble. The pull inside me was still there … low and warm … but I pushed it down. I needed air. I needed space. I needed to think.As I turned a corner, I heard voices. Two guards talking softly nea

Third Person POV Brynne leaned against the kitchen counter, his blue eyes sparkling as he looked down at the little girl. Adele tilted her head, her dark curls bouncing slightly.“Uncle Brynn?” she asked again, her voice soft and curious.He smiled, the kind of easy, charming smile that made the maids glance at each other. “That’s me, kiddo. Come with me. I’ll show you something fun.”Adele looked back at the maids. They nodded encouragingly, still charmed by her helpfulness. She slid off the stool and took Brynne’s outstretched hand. His fingers were warm and gentle around her small ones.They walked together down the wide hallway. Brynne’s steps were graceful, almost light, matching the slender beauty he carried so naturally. Adele skipped a little to keep up, her silver dress fluttering.“Where are we going?” she asked.“To the dining room,” he said. The dining room was enormous. Long tables stretched under crystal chandeliers. Tall windows looked out over the snowy grounds. T

Third Person POV Adele had finally fallen asleep again, her small body curled in the center of the big bed. Her dark curls spread across the pillow like a halo. Her breathing was soft and even, one tiny hand still clutching the edge of her stuffed wolf.Calla leaned down and pressed a gentle kiss to her daughter’s forehead. “Sleep well, my sweet pea,” she whispered. “Mommy loves you.”She straightened, the irritation from earlier still simmering low in her chest. The sight of those wounded, wretched people outside the window kept replaying in her mind. She needed answers. And the only person who might give them to her tonight was Blade.She slipped on a thin silk robe over her nightdress. The fabric was soft and short, barely reaching mid-thigh. She tied the belt loosely and stepped quietly out of the suite, closing the door behind her with a soft click.The hallway was dimly lit. Her bare feet made almost no sound as she walked toward Blade’s private chambers. Her heart beat fa

Third Person POV Calla woke slowly the next morning. Sunlight filtered through the curtains, casting a soft golden glow across the suite. Adele was already awake, sitting cross-legged on the edge of the bed in her little nightdress. Her dark curls were messy from sleep, and she clutched her stuffed wolf tightly to her chest.But she wasn’t looking at her mother.Adele’s small face was turned away, her lips pressed into a pout. She didn’t say good morning. She didn’t crawl over for a hug. She just sat there, swinging her legs slightly, giving the most adorable silent treatment Calla had ever seen. It was cute in the way only a four-year-old could manage … eyebrows slightly furrowed, cheeks puffed out just a little, but still so small and innocent that it made Calla’s heart melt even as it ached.Calla sat up and reached out gently. “Good morning, baby.”Adele turned her head further away, hugging her stuffed wolf tighter. She didn’t speak. The silent treatment continued, but it loo