บททั้งหมดของ RECLAIMING THEIR EX-BREEDER : บทที่ 81 - บทที่ 90

Third Person POV Bianca walked through the grand gates of the Ash Creek palace, her legs still shaky from the night’s chaos. General Kael walked beside her, steady and calm, one hand gently guiding her elbow.In his other arm, he carried Adele, the little girl fast asleep against his shoulder, wrapped in a warm blanket. The child’s dark curls peeked out, and her small hand clutched the general’s uniform as if even in sleep she needed reassurance.Bianca couldn’t stop staring.The palace was enormous. Towering spires reached toward the night sky, their tops glittering with moonlight on polished stone and crystal. Gardens stretched on either side of the wide path, filled with flowers that glowed softly even in the dark. Lanterns lined the walkways, casting a golden light that made everything feel magical. Servants moved quietly in the distance, their uniforms crisp and clean. Guards stood tall and alert, but their eyes were kind when they looked at her.It was nothing like the crumbl

Calla's POVI woke up slowly, stretching my arms above my head with a long, satisfied sigh. My body felt good … really good. The kind of deep, warm satisfaction that made my muscles loose and my skin tingle. My wolf was lighter inside me, almost playful, like she wanted to burst out and go for a run through the forest. The pull was still there, but it felt different now. Less like a chain and more like a gentle tug toward something I was starting to want.I sat up, rubbing my eyes. The room was quiet. Sunlight streamed through the window, painting the wooden floor in soft gold. I stretched again, arching my back, enjoying the way my body moved without pain for the first time in days. After taking my bath I dried up and walked to the small mirror on the wall to dry my hair. my long curly brown hair was still damp, falling in heavy waves down my back.I picked up the towel and started patting my hair dry, humming softly to myself. My eyes caught something in the mirror.A mark.Rig

Calla's POVI woke up slowly, the soft morning light filtering through the curtains of the cabin bedroom. My body felt heavy but satisfied, I didn’t want to admit how happy I was. But I feel like a missing piece of my heart is backThe mark on my neck throbbed gently, a warm reminder of last night. I touched it with my fingers, a small smile tugging at my lips. Blade had left earlier, but the memory of his hands, his mouth, his voice calling me his mate still stayed deep in my heart.I stretched, arching my back, then slipped out of bed. I needed to freshen up. I walked to the bathroom, the cool floorboards soothing my bare feet. Inside, I splashed water on my face, rubbing my eyes to clear the sleep. The mirror showed my reflection … flushed cheeks, messy long curly brown hair, and the dark claiming mark on my neck standing out proudly.I dried my face with a soft towel and stepped out, still in my thin nightdress.The room was suddenly full of people.Maids. At least eight of the

Calla's POV But I feel the pull with him as well. Like… we’re all meant to be together.”He went completely still and then without warning, he slammed his fist into the rock beside my head. The impact cracked loudly against the stone, inches from my face. I flinched hard, heart leaping into my throat.“Shut the fuck up!” he roared, his voice echoing off the rocks.I froze, with my eyes wide. The raw fury in his tone made my stomach twist with fear. I would rather be anywhere than here at this very moment. Blade pushed himself up, chest heaving. He stood and snatched his clothes from the ground, yanking his pants on with sharp, angry movements. His back was rigid, muscles flexing with barely contained rage.I sat up slowly, clutching the blanket to my chest. “Blade… what is going on?”“Get dressed,” he snapped without looking at me. “The date is over.”My throat tightened. “Why? We just got here…”He finally turned, eyes locking onto mine with cold intensity. “Because it was a mistak

Brynne's POVThe body on the table was no longer recognizable as a man.I stood over it with my arms crossed, my expression locked in a hard, serious line. Black veins had spread across what remained of the skin like cracks in dry earth. The flesh had peeled away in wet strips, exposing gray muscle and bone in several places. One eye socket stared up at the ceiling … completely hollow, nothing but darkness inside. The smell was thick in the room: rotting meat mixed with something sharper, almost chemical.Blade stood beside me, tension radiating from his shoulders. “Brother… what could it be?”I didn’t answer immediately. I leaned down closer, studying the way the decay had moved … starting from the mouth and eyes, spreading outward like it was eating him from the inside. I had seen wounds, poisons, even dark magic… but nothing like this.“We have never seen anything like this,” I said finally, voice low. “Not in any record, not in any battle. This isn’t natural sickness. Something