All Chapters of RECLAIMING THEIR EX-BREEDER : Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

Third Person POV Calla woke early the next morning with a clear plan in her mind. She would avoid the twins at all costs today. No hallways where they might appear. No gardens where Brynne liked to tease. No dining areas where Blade might stare at her with those stormy gray eyes. She dressed quickly in a simple dark gown that allowed easy movement, tied her long curly brown hair back tightly, and slipped out of the suite before Adele even woke up.The pack house felt like a maze. She took the servants’ corridors, keeping her head down and her steps quick. Every time she heard a deep voice or graceful footsteps, she ducked into an alcove or turned the other way. Once she spotted Brynne’s silver earring glinting at the end of a hallway and immediately slipped through a side door into the laundry wing. Another time Blade’s broad shoulders appeared near the main stairs and she pressed herself against a pillar until he passed.It was exhausting, but necessary. After last night’s dre

Calla's POV I can do this. I can do this.The words repeated in my head like a mantra as I stood in front of the heavy wooden door of the secluded cabin. My heart hammered against my ribs. We had been teleported here only minutes ago, I could still see the bright flash of magic in my eyes. Before stepping inside, I had climbed the highest rocky point near the cabin just to look around. It was nothing but miles and miles of dense forest and mountains stretched in every direction. There were no other buildings and absolutely no other people. We were completely isolated.I would spend the first three days here with the twins. Then Tanya would take her turn for the next three. The thought made my stomach twist, but I pushed it down. I had to focus. I had to survive this with my dignity intact.Taking a deep breath, I pushed the door open.The cabin was surprisingly spacious and quiet.Wooden beams crossed the high ceiling. A large stone fireplace dominated one wall, already crackling

Third Person POV Blade looked offended. “Not everything.” He reached into his pocket and pulled out a potato chunk wrapped in cloth. “I saved this.”Calla gasped. “That was meant for me!”He held it out like a peace offering. “I am generous by nature.”She snatched it, then threw it straight back at his chest.Blade caught it easily, looking almost pleased with himself. “Your aim is improving.”Calla groaned and dragged both hands down her face. The thick fur coat suddenly felt even heavier in the warm cabin. She was sweating, frustrated, and completely done with both of them.“Enough,” she muttered under her breath.She huffed loudly, turned on her heel, and walked angrily toward the hallway that led to the bedrooms. Her steps were heavy. The oversized fur coat swished around her legs like a ridiculous cape. She could feel their eyes on her back … Blade’s stormy stare and Brynne’s amused gaze … but she refused to look back.She started up the wooden stairs, still fuming. “Idiots. B

Third Person POV Calla turned restlessly in the bed, the thick blankets twisted around her legs. Sleep had been light and broken. The dream from earlier still lingered at the edges of her mind, making her body feel too warm under the covers. She shifted again, trying to find a comfortable position.Then the blizzard outside woke her fully.A fierce gust of wind slammed against the cabin walls, rattling the windows. The howl was loud and angry, like a living thing trying to get inside. Snow whipped against the glass in violent bursts. The temperature in the room dropped noticeably.Calla shuddered, a small chill running down her spine. She sat up, rubbing her arms. The fire in the main room must have died down. She swung her legs over the side of the bed and walked to the window. The glass was frosted over. Outside, the world was a white blur. Visibility was almost zero. The blizzard had arrived in full force.She reached up to close the window more tightly, pulling the latch shut.

Third Person POV Brynne stepped out of Calla’s room and closed the door with a soft click. He stood in the hallway for a second, eyes closed, licking his lips slowly. The taste of her was still on his tongue … sweet, wild, addictive. A low, satisfied chuckle escaped him. He wiped the corner of his mouth with his thumb, savoring the lingering flavor before he headed downstairs.He found Blade in his own room, pacing like a caged wolf. The older twin’s broad shoulders were tense, fists clenched at his sides. The air in the room felt thick, heavy with unspoken rage and frustration.Brynne leaned against the doorframe, arms crossed, watching his brother with calm blue eyes.“Brother,” he said lightly, “why are we even doing this stupid trial? You claim to hate her, yet this is the first time I’ve seen you swallowing your urges so hard. Don’t test me, brother. I’m doing this trial for fun, and I would rather kill myself than desire that dirty breeder. She is bound to fail, and once she