All Chapters of RECLAIMING THEIR EX-BREEDER : Chapter 131 - Chapter 140

Blade's POVWe ran until the world narrowed down to nothing but the next step, and the next, and the woman in my arms.I’d shifted back to two legs to carry her. A wolf couldn’t cradle her the way she needed, couldn’t keep her head from lolling, couldn’t feel for her breath the way I had to feel for it every few minutes to be sure it was still there. So I carried her in my arms instead, against my chest, and I ran on two legs through the broken country, Brynne ran beside me, neither of us spoke because neither of us had the breath to spare.She was so light. That was the thing that kept tearing at me. She’d never been heavy, but now she weighed almost nothing at all, like the plague had been hollowing her out from the inside, taking and taking until there was hardly anything left to carry. Her head rested against my shoulder. Her marked arm hung limp. And through the oath, I felt every shallow flutter of her heart, every thin sip of breath, and I felt how far apart they were spacin

Bianca's POVTanya straightened slowly, brushing the dirt from her skirts, and looked down at me with something cold flickering behind her eyes.“And what,” she said, “makes you think I care one bit for your mate?”My blood turned to ice.“Hang him,” she said, turning back to the gallows. “I’ve changed my mind. A weeping woman won’t sway me from doing what’s necessary. Put the rope back on. Be quick about it.”“No!” I screamed, lunging forward, but the guards caught me, dragging me back. “No, please, no…”They lifted the noose toward Kyle’s neck. He didn’t fight this time. He just looked at me across the courtyard, calm and steady, like he was trying to give me something to hold onto. The rope touched his throat…The courtyard gate slammed open.A great black wolf tore through it, fast as a storm, and before anyone could so much as shout, he’d crossed the whole courtyard and leapt … claws flashing … and slashed clean through the rope above Kyle’s head.The rope fell away in two piece

Tanya's POV“Fuck. Fuck.”I slammed the door of my chamber behind me and swept everything off the table with one violent sweep of my arm. The candlesticks, the wine cup, the little carved box of jewels … all of it crashed to the floor. It wasn’t enough. I knocked over the chair too. Then the washbasin, water sloshing across the stones. I wanted to break everything. I wanted to scream the whole palace down.He’d come back. And cut my prisoner down off the gallows and humiliated me in front of the entire pack. Everything I’d built in their absence … the loyalty, the fear, was gone, just like that. Undone in the space of a single afternoon.I stood in the wreckage of my room, breathing hard, my hands shaking with fury.It wasn’t fair. None of it was fair. I’d done everything right. I’d been patient. I’d waited years for an opening, and when the twins finally left, I’d taken it, and I’d nearly had it … the crowd eating out of my hand, the breeder dying in some ditch in the wilds, the pa

Tanya's POVThe fire was too small.The flames were barely knee-high, snapping and struggling against the dark, and Tyson sat so close to them that his boots had begun to steam.Or maybe that was his skin.“She’s awake,” Cass said and stepped back into the shadows. I heard him strike a flint, light a pipe. The sweet, cheap tobacco smell cut through the rot for only a second.Tyson didn’t look at me immediately.He was staring into the fire, his long fingers steepled beneath his chin, and the orange light did him no favors. It turned the grey of his dying cheeks to ash. It made the black veins crawling up his throat look like cracks in old porcelain, filled with ink. His too-bright eyes reflected the flames without any hint of warmth, like a cat’s eyes in a barn at midnight.“She is the real deal,” Cass said from the dark. “The girl healed the breeder. She was as good as dead.”Tyson’s mouth moved.It took me a moment to realize he was smiling. Then he laughed.The sound started low,

Blade’s POVThe great hall smelled of old stone, stale incense, and fear.I walked through the double doors with Brynn at my shoulder, and the murmur that had filled the room died like a flame in water.The long table was crowded with 12 council seats, most occupied by men and women who had advised our father, who had watched us grow from pups into Alphas, who had once looked at us with pride and now looked at us with something closer to suspicion.I let them look. I let them see the dirt still on my boots, the blood dried on my knuckles, the wildness in my eyes that I had not bothered to tame. I was not here to be their polite Alpha. I was here to remind them who ruled.Brynn moved to my right, his stride loose but his jaw set hard enough to crack stone. We had not spoken since leaving Calla. We did not need to. I could feel his rage humming in the bond between us, a twin frequency that resonated with my own. The council had summoned us. They had interrupted the first moment of pe