All Chapters of CLAIMING HAILEY : Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

RYANThe ground shook under my feet. The very foundations of the earth we stood on shook as a primordial force, something old and wild, reverberated through the trees. Throughout the night, a roar so deep it echoed in my bones caused my body to tighten automatically. Whatever was on the way wasn't pleasant. Isaiah remained still, staring into the darkness over the boundary with an unreadable face. However, Logan had partially moved, his claws longer, his breathing laboured with barely restrained rage. "What on earth is that?" Logan's gaze darted to the Seer as he snarled. Isaiah’s voice seemed unnaturally calm. "The result of cutting off fate's plan." The air changed before I could insist on an explanation. The wind increased, bringing with it a touch and chaff of unease.A whiff of strength, of the resurgence of the past. Between the woods, a flash of black and silver travelled more quickly than my eyes could track. Then there was quiet. A gigantic figure entered the area after a sin

ADRIAN I was hit with the smell of the wolves overpowering, lingering on the trees, to the very air that I breathed. It felt like their presence weighted down and choked, like this land belonged only to them, spewing out everything else in its wake. But I had not come here for them. I had come for her. Turtela. The name itself was a whisper upon my lips, a yearning buried deep within the recesses of my immortal heart. The bond that tied us together was ancient, strong, and unbreakable-whether she accepted it or not. It was time for her to return to my side, to accept what had been written between us by the hand of fate. My boots barely made any sound as I stepped past the thick tree line, crossing into the wolves' domain. The shadows danced at my will, bending in the moonlight to move with me, like loyal subjects waiting on my command. I knew they had already scented me. Let them come. I wanted them to. Because no force, no army, no king-not even the mighty Alpha Wolf Ki

MARISSAThe space was tight, suffocating beneath the presence that stood in the doorway.A shiver darted ice down my backbone as I tightened my hold on Alexia, her trembling just noticeable but there.The knock sounded again—this time louder, more insistent.I shifted my head toward the door, my heart pounding against my ribcage.They had arrived.Jaden. Jermaine. Jackson.The triplets had returned for their mate, my precious child.Alexia gasped and stepped back from me. I saw the storm build in her eyes, the raw defiance that wavered between fear and determination."I don't want to see them," she whispered.I raised a hand, brushing a strand of golden hair from her face. "You don't have to, at least not now when you don't want to. I'd talk to them."Her mouth parted as if she wanted to believe me. As if she needed to believe me.But destiny was cruel.The doors opened without welcome.They entered, their tall figures stretching out in long shadows under the soft glow of the torches.

ALEXIAI never thought I'd be here.Standing in my father's arms.Letting myself feel small again.Letting myself… need him. The feeling is surreal and astounding but I had been strong for so long, too long even with Jackson's never-ending presence, I felt alone because I couldn't accept the bond with him, I was two years older than the triplets and had treated them as my siblings but everything changed the moment Jackson clocked Eighteen years. Granted, all through his growing stage, he never allowed males around me. He was super possessive, but it got worse the moment he turned Eighteen as his jealousy couldn't be managed even by me, but here in my father's arms, I feel so much peace and quiet.I had built fortresses of steel and stone around my heart to protect it from the pain of abandonment for years. I spent so long telling myself I was not worth it; that no one would ever truly fight for me.And yet… here he was.Logan. My father.Holding me like he was afraid I would disappear

JADENThe grand hall was tight with tension, the silence thick enough to cut with a blade. Dominance crackled in the air, oozing from my mother—Hailey, the Queen of all species.And yet before she stood the King of Bears, unbowing, arrogance rolling off him in waves. He was huge, certainly towering over most men, his muscles thick ropes beneath his fur-lined cloak. His dark, beady eyes gleamed with condescension as he crossed his arms over his chest."This is a farce," he rumbled, his voice carrying across the hall. "A Queen is to be decided by strength and not by some visionary rule. You may have the title, but I see nothing that earns my respect."The hall fell silent. Every Alpha, Lord, and Elder in that room sucked in a breath. I straightened, reaching instinctively for the dagger at my waist. How incredibly stupid one had to be to cross the Queen—our mother—and this fool was going to find that out. The stories around on the punishment my mother dealt are nothing short of terrifyi