All Chapters of RECLAIMING THEIR EX-BREEDER : Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

Third Person POV Brynne’s eyes fluttered open slowly. Everything looked unclear at first but eventually he was able to calm down. It seems his brother managed to find and save him from the blizzard in time.He was lying in a warm bed inside the cabin, with blankets pulled up to his chest. The fire in the room crackled softly, casting a golden glow on the wooden walls. His body felt heavy, but the sharp, stabbing pain in his ribs had dulled to a deep, manageable ache. The edges were gone. Someone had tended to him while he was unconscious.He tried to sit up and winced. The movement sent a fresh wave of pain through his side, but it was much more bearable now. He looked down. His torso was wrapped in clean bandages. The bleeding had stopped. The worst of the damage from the falling snow and rocks had been cared for.The door opened.Calla walked in carrying a bucket of warm water and a stack of clean towels. Her long curly brown hair was tied back messily, a few strands escaping to

Third Person POV In a crumbling manor on the outskirts of the city, far from the gleaming Ash Creek pack house, Calla’s father Mr Tonks paced up and down the dusty study like a caged animal.His once-fine clothes were threadbare at the elbows, and his face was flushed red from drink and anger. He clutched a crumpled letter in one hand … the same letter he had sent to Calla only days ago.“Why did she sound like that the last time we spoke?” he muttered, voice rising with every step. “I don’t understand. That useless breeder is getting disrespectful. She disappeared for three years. We should be grateful the Alpha King didn’t take all our heads because of that stunt. And now she is back, but the little piece of shit refuses to cooperate!”He slammed his fist on the old wooden desk, making the ink pot rattle. Papers scattered. The room smelled of stale wine and desperation.A very pretty girl who looked strikingly like Calla sat in the corner armchair, a book open in her lap. She had

Third Person POV Calla ran upstairs, her bare feet slapping hard against the wooden steps.Each step felt louder than it should have been, echoing through the corridor like her body was announcing her panic to everyone in the pack house whether she wanted it to or not. Her heart was going so fast she could feel it in her throat. She burst through her bedroom door and slammed it behind her, pressing her back against the wood and squeezing her eyes shut.She stood there for a moment just breathing.Then …what the hell just happened.…She pushed off the door and started pacing. The room felt too small. Three steps to the window, three steps back to the door, over and over, her hands moving restlessly at her sides. Her lips still felt the pressure of his mouth. That was the problem. She could still feel it … the rough, urgent press of Blade’s kiss downstairs, the way his hand had come up to grip the back of her neck like he was afraid she would disappear if he didn’t hold on, the hea

Third Person POV Adele woke up slowly, blinking at the sunlight coming through the curtains. The big bed felt too empty without Mommy. She sat up, rubbing her eyes with small fists, and looked around the suite. The stuffed wolf was still beside her pillow. She hugged it tight and sighed.It was the third day.Mommy was coming back soon.The thought made her heart feel lighter. She climbed out of bed, her nightdress swishing around her legs, and padded to the window. The pack grounds looked bright under the morning sun. Snow sparkled like diamonds. She pressed her nose to the glass and whispered, “Hurry home, Mommy. I miss you.”She got dressed by herself … a pretty silver dress with little pockets for her hands. She brushed her dark curls as best she could, then tied them with a ribbon. Looking in the mirror, she gave herself a small nod. “Good girl. Now go help.”She left the suite and walked toward the kitchen. The hallways were quiet, but she could hear the clatter of pots and t

Tanya's POV I pushed the door open, trying to control myself, but I could feel my anger rising every second. The first three days with Calla had been a disaster. She had somehow survived, looked strong, and even earned some respect from the pack. Now it was my turn in this stupid cabin with the twins, and I was determined to make it count.I took a deep breath and adjusted the lingerie I was wearing. It was barely anything … a sheer black lace set that covered little to nothing. The top was a tiny bralette that pushed my breasts up and left almost everything on display. The bottoms were a thin thong that rode high on my hips. I had chosen it carefully. It was seductive and irresistible. Blade would have no choice but to want me. If I get both of them that will be better for me.I stepped into the main room, hips swaying. The fire was crackling. Blade was sitting on the couch, staring into the flames. He didn’t look up immediately. I smiled to myself. “Blade,” I purred, voice sof