บททั้งหมดของ RECLAIMING THEIR EX-BREEDER : บทที่ 71 - บทที่ 80

Third Person POV Calla and Lira sat together in the quiet corner of the library, the lantern casting a soft, warm glow between them. The heavy books and old scrolls felt like a safe haven from the chaos outside. After their light-hearted talk about feelings, the conversation slowly grew quieter. Calla stared at the flame for a moment, gathering her thoughts.She finally spoke, voice hesitant. “Lira… can I ask you something serious?”Lira tilted her head, her kind eyes attentive. “Of course. Anything.”Calla took a small breath. “What is really going on with the war? I keep hearing whispers, but no one gives me the full picture. How bad is it?”Lira was quiet for a second, as if deciding how much to say.Lira’s expression changed. The playful smile faded. She leaned forward, keeping her voice low. “It’s getting worse, Calla. It started small … border skirmishes, rebel groups complaining about taxes and food shortages. But now it’s spreading. People are tired. They’re evacuating vill

Third Person POV Calla stood in front of the old wooden door of the Tonks manor, her heart beating fast. The building looked even more run-down up close … cracked walls, peeling paint, and overgrown weeds choking the garden. The journey had been long and cold, but she had made it. Adele clung to her side, small hand holding hers tightly. The little girl looked around with wide, curious eyes, but stayed quiet.Calla took a deep breath and knocked on the door. The sound echoed inside the house. She waited. No answer. The wind blew gently, carrying the scent of damp wood and neglect.She knocked again, louder this time. Still nothing.After a long moment, she heard slow, unsteady footsteps from inside. The door creaked open. Her father stood there, eyes bloodshot from drink, clothes wrinkled and stained. His face went from confusion to immense surprise when he saw her. His mouth opened, then closed, then opened again.“Calla?” he whispered, voice hoarse. “Is that really you?”Calla

Third Person POV Blade stood at the edge of the training grounds, arms crossed over his broad chest, his sharp eyes fixed on the distant tree line. The morning sun filtered through the leaves, casting shifting patterns on the dirt beneath his boots. Around him, the pack moved with their usual disciplined energy … sparring, running drills, sharpening blades under the watchful eyes of the elders.Tanya approached again, her long dark hair swaying with each step, a bright smile on her face that had once made his blood run hot. Today, it only irritated him.“Blade,” she called, voice sweet and hopeful. “I brought you some water. You’ve been training since dawn. You should rest a little.”She held out the canteen, stepping closer than necessary, her fingers brushing his arm deliberately.Blade didn’t even glance at her. He kept his gaze locked on the horizon, jaw tight.“I’m not thirsty,” he said flatly, voice cold.Tanya’s smile faltered for a second, but she recovered quickly, steppin

Third Person POV Calla dragged herself to her feet, every muscle screaming in protest. Blood dripped from her split lip and the cut on her forehead, mixing with sweat and soot. The fire from the spilled lantern had spread around the house so fast that she didn’t know what to do about it. Flames licked at the old rug, climbed the curtains, and devoured the wooden furniture her mother had once loved. Smoke filled the room, it was very thick and choking, burning her lungs with every breath.She stumbled toward the stairs, vision blurring. “Bianca! Adele!”She didn’t need to call twice.Bianca was already running down the stairs, Adele clutched tightly in her arms. The little girl’s face was buried in her aunt’s shoulder, small hands gripping Bianca’s nightdress. They must have heard the fight because Bianca’s eyes were wide with terror, her long curly brown hair wild around her face.“Calla!” Bianca cried, voice cracking. “What happened? The whole house is on fire!”Calla didn’t wast

Third Person POV The fire was finally under control. Guards and healers swarmed the ruins of the Tonks manor. Calla’s father had been dragged out unconscious, covered in soot and blood. He woke up screaming like a lunatic, thrashing against the chains the guards had put on him.“You can’t take me! This is my house! My blood!” he roared, eyes wild with rage and alcohol. “Calla! You ungrateful bitch! I made you!”Blade stood like a wall between the man and Calla. His gray eyes were cold as steel. “Take him to the palace dungeons. He will answer for what he’s done.”The guards nodded and hauled the struggling man away. Calla watched them go, her body still trembling from the fight and the smoke. She turned to check on Adele. The little girl was safe in Bianca’s arms, wrapped in a warm blanket, eyes heavy with exhaustion but no longer crying. Bianca rocked her gently, whispering soothing words.“She’s okay,” Bianca said softly, looking at Calla. “Just scared. But she’s strong. Like her