All Chapters of RECLAIMING THEIR EX-BREEDER : Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

150 Chapters

Chapter 71: Midnight Confessions

Third Person POV Calla lay in the large bed, sheets tangled around her legs. The room was dark except for the faint moonlight slipping through the curtains. Her body felt hot, restless. The dream came again, vivid and overwhelming.“Open your legs for me, love,” Blade’s voice growled in her ear, low and commanding.She gasped, arching her back as she leaned down, welcoming him. Her whole body moved up against his, hips rolling desperately. “I want you to fuck me so much,” she moaned, voice breaking with need. The dream felt so real … his hands gripping her thighs, spreading her wide, his hard cock pressing against her entrance, ready to claim her completely.She cried out in pleasure as he thrust deep inside her, filling her in one powerful stroke. Her nails dug into his back. Her legs wrapped around his waist. She wanted him harder, deeper, everything he could give her.Then her eyes snapped open.Adele was on top of her, small arms wrapped tightly around her neck, hugging her wi

Chapter 72: Friends and Hard Truths

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

Chapter 73: Homecoming I

Calla's POV I rode into the old town with Adele tucked safely in front of me, her small body wrapped tightly in my coat. The wind pushed my long curly brown hair back as we crossed the familiar bridge. But the moment we entered the main street, I felt a shock run through me. Everything had changed so much since I left three years ago.The streets that used to be lively with market stalls and laughing children now looked worn and gray. Many shops were boarded up. The paint on the houses was peeling. People walked with their heads down, faces tired and thin. Even the air felt heavier. I remembered this place as bustling and full of life. Now it felt like a shadow of what it used to be.I slowed the horse, looking around in confusion. I wasn’t sure where to go first. The old family manor was on the outskirts, but the roads looked different. Some paths I remembered were blocked or overgrown.I pulled Adele closer, shielding her more with my coat. She was quiet, sensing my unease, her

Chapter 74: Homecoming II

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

Chapter 75: Sisters

Third Person POV The three of them walked up the creaky wooden stairs together, hands linked. Calla’s heart felt like it was beating in her throat. Bianca’s hand was warm and slightly trembling in hers. Adele skipped between them, her small fingers gripping tightly, as if she could sense the heavy emotions in the air. The hallway smelled of dust and old wood, the same scent Calla remembered from her childhood. Every step brought back very terrible memories … running down these stairs as a little girl, hiding in the shadows when her father was drunk and angry, whispering secrets with Bianca late at night under the covers.Bianca pushed open the door to Calla’s old room.Calla stopped in the doorway, breath catching in her throat.Everything looked exactly the same.The small bed with the faded blue quilt she had slept under for years. The wooden desk in the corner where she used to draw pictures of faraway places she dreamed of escaping to. The old bookshelf still held the few worn

Chapter 76: The Wolf’s Return

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

Chapter 77: The Breaking Point

Third Person POV Calla crept down the wooden stairs that night, her bare feet silent on the old planks. The house was dark except for the faint glow of a single lantern in the living room. She had hoped everyone would be asleep. She just wanted some fresh air, a moment alone under the stars to clear her head after another long day of travelling and all the emotional stress.But he was there.Her father sat slumped in the old armchair, a half-empty bottle of harsh liquor clutched in his calloused hand. The sharp smell of alcohol hung heavy in the air, mixing with the stale scent of unwashed clothes and regret. His eyes were bloodshot, his face flushed and twisted with that familiar mix of bitterness and anger.Calla’s stomach tightened. She tried to slip past quietly, heading straight for the back door.“Where do you think you’re going?” His voice was low and slurred, but sharp enough to stop her.She froze, hand hovering near the door handle.“I’m just going outside for some air,”

Chapter 78: Flames of Despair

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

Chapter 79: Flames and Salvation

Third Person POV Blade stood in the center of the training arena, chest heaving, blood dripping from his knuckles. The morning sun wasn’t even enough to stop him from his training . The pack warriors around him were breathing hard, some on their knees, others nursing broken bones and bruised egos. He had fought them all … one after another, then in groups … and he had almost beaten every single one.His gray eyes were dark, empty. The rage inside him had no outlet except violence. Calla’s face kept flashing in his mind. Her lips under his. The way she had pushed him away. The way she had looked at him with confusion and fear after he called her his mate.He wanted to destroy something. Anything.Another warrior charged him. Blade sidestepped, grabbed the man by the throat, and slammed him into the ground with so much force. The warrior gasped, eyes wide, tapping out immediately.“Enough!” a voice called from the edge of the arena.Brynne walked forward, graceful as ever, but his b

Chapter 80: Waterfall Redemption

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

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