All Chapters of CLAIMING HAILEY : Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

QUEEN HAILEY The grand hall of the Ivory Citadel felt colder than usual. I sat on my throne, my hands lightly gripping the armrests, but there was no comfort in the gesture. No sense of power. No reassurance. The crown upon my head felt heavier than it had in years, as though the weight of my choices had finally found a way to crush me. The summons had been sent. Jaden was coming. Jermaine had answered from the Faes that he'd come back home. Jackson… I closed my eyes, inhaling slowly. Still no word from him and Alexia at all. A mother should not have to summon her own children like they were mere subjects to be called before a throne. A mother should not have to wonder if they will even answer. Yet, that was what I had become. Not just a queen. A mother in title alone. And it was my fault. For Eighteen years, I had been haunted by the echo of a choice I could not take back. I had told myself it was necessary. I had told myself it was the only way. That if I had not let

RYANThe doors opened and there was silence. Jaden commanded the space he occupied, standing framed in the doorway and accentuated by the arch over the entrance to the throne room. Turtela remains behind him a shadow, watching all; my angel is so wise beyond her years with so much level headèdness like that of her mother's. Hailey had been afraid no one would like her. That was a silly worry; no one could possibly ever dislike Turtela; they met her and loved her. Jaden was no longer the helpless baby we had been mercilessly forced to abandon; now he was a man. His face was so unreadable, and hard and strong. I knew I should speak up. It is time to step in and keep the peace. But I am unable to. The sight of my son made my heart, which had been wounded by war and betrayal, tighten in excruciating, throbbing grips. My son. I was anchored by Hailey's fingers digging into my palm. For the first time in years, she appeared small when I turned to face her—my mate, my queen. It was as if the

JACKSONBefore me, glittering city lights stretched, a blinding testimony to human ambition. From floor-to-ceiling windows of the penthouse of my building, I watched the golden hues of the world I had designed for the sun setting well behind the blocks. Billionaire. Business Mogul. The Visionary-that was a title the press had given, but none meant anything. Not really.Because beneath all the pretensions, I remained just a wolf without a pack. A man without a home.And after eighteen years now, that was going to change.I let my gaze wander away from the window as I shrugged my shoulders and took up my jacket. The call had arrived that morning, abrupt, —no-nonsense and fewer words. Come home. An invitation wasn't even implied; the command had been issued.Mother had finally decided the time had come.I ran a hand through my hair, blowing out a sharp breath. Jaden was probably going nuts over this. Jermaine… I didn't know how he'd take it. But me? I had been waiting for this. For the o

JADENThe room was too quiet.For the first time in my life, I was sharing the same space with my brothers—not just for passing, not just to satisfy an obligatory conversation—but really being in the same place, and this forced them to coexist.The suite in the wing was connected, grand, and almost choking. The very moment I stepped inside, I felt that there was little or no chance of getting out of this. Immediately Jackson took the opportunity as if that space belonged to him: lying around on that huge velvet couch and putting his feet on the table. Jermaine stood before the window, gazing at the sprawling treetops beyond the window, carrying a different tone outside. He was deep in thought.Me? I was standing against the door, crossing my arms, waiting for the awkwardness to finally settle in."You're sulking," Jackson said, not looking at me as a smirk pulled at his lips. "I thought you would have gotten it all out of your system by now.""Shut up."Jackson merely chuckled, undete

RYANThe castle felt heavier than usual as if even the walls held the weight of what had occurred. Jaden's anger, Jermaine's return, Jackson dragging Alexia back against her will—everything was just happening so fast. Too fast.I stood in my office, staring out into the vast forest beyond the borders of our pack. The night sky was clear, yet even the stars shone dull, weighed down by the storm brewing within these walls.The words of Jaden still echoed within my mind."She is nothing to me but the Queen."My fists clenched, claws threatening to extend.The rage that surged through me then was nothing besides the pain that I felt on behalf of Hailey. My mate, who has suffered more than anybody, is still suffering, and all she received finally having gotten her sons back home were resentment and accusations.I should have been able to handle it better than that.I should have watched over her a little more, at least.A light, soft knock upon the door cut into my mood."Come in," I calle