All Chapters of CLAIMING HAILEY : Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

MARISSA With its light barely powerful enough to cut through the darkness, the lone candle on the wooden table created lengthy shadows in the deserted cabin. My fingers drummed frantically against the rough wood as I leaned back in my chair. Around me, the outlaws stirred uneasily, shifting in their chairs and flitting their gaze at each other. It was a risk. However, I was prepared to accept one. For me, things aren't looking good. I yelled, "Enough," my voice cutting like a lash through the hum. "To hear your doubts, I didn't bring you oùt here to hear your excuses. You're either in or you're out. Garret, a large outlaw, hissed and flashed his yellowed teeth. "Marissa, it's not fear. It's delicate. Hailey isn't some she-wolf. We don't understand the powers she possesses. Moreover, she is currently expecting the Alpha King's pups. Do you have any clue how hot this might get for us? I yelled back, "She's weak," in a firm, icy tone. "Pregnancy weakens even the most resilient wolves. W

HAILEYTwo months had passed since the Ryan shoot, but the memory of it lingered in my mind like a catchy earworm song. Every moment of that day was an unspoken vow between us—a raw, shocking connection that both of us could not escape. Now, as I strolled through one of Ryan's chain stores, I was just as much the woman that I had become: fierce, powerful, and unbreakable.Flora accompanied me, my fiery red hair cascading in waves down my back. My combat boots clattered off the marble floor, and my leather jacket fit loosely over her shoulder. She was a hurricane, unrepentant and flashy, and her brashness was catching with her own dark, dark black hair."See," I said, holding the thin black dress against my body, "I could do this. With some thigh-high boots, I'll have to be gorgeous."She laughed, running her fingers over the smooth fabric of a red dress. "They're already drooling over you, Hailey. You don't need the dress."I smiled, bending the dress over my arm. "That's true, but a

LOGANEverything was going well and fine at the packhouse; Hailey and Ryan had finally mated, making her a full-fledged queen like she was meant to be. I know she's mad, but she'd forgive our King eventually. I smiled as I remembered how he had ordered us all to our mates.It's morning, and suddenly, while making rounds, my wolf becomes unsteady emotionally. I could feel Flora grieving, and as I tried to look into it, I was mindlinked to get to the borders, rogues attacked, and my daughter was dead. I immediately crouch down and run along in my wolf form; getting there I notice Ryan, Flora and some pack members then I see the shield around Hailey, she's holding my lifeless daughter in her arms and there's a light busting from her palm into Alexia, her red hair is all over her face, her eyes electrifying then suddenly my beautiful baby girl sneezes and I collapse instantly, how she did it I don't know but she's brought my baby back to life and at this point I'm close to being hysterica

ISAIAHNight fell over the grove, dark and dense. The stillness was so absolute it felt unnatural—like the world was holding its breath waiting for something to occur. I sat on the edge of the pack's sacred grove, the crescent moon casting silver streams of light in the clearing. Most would be reassured by this stillness, but not me. Peace was a stranger, and it came to me with its own sort of pain. My sight, this damn "blessing," was to protect and guide the pack. But tonight, the visions abandoned the future, dragging me into the past.Her face flashed before my mind, as it always did when the world grew too quiet. Selene.Her name came into my head like a chant, silky and sugary but weighted with grief. A blessing, a curse, and whatever you want. I shut my eyes and the recollections came spilling forward.It was a summer evening, one of those idyllic instances when day lingers around for a minute longer as if the sun is reluctant to let go. That is when I first laid eyes on her—sta

AARONThe city's pulse pulsed at my feet, its unconquerable beat stoking mine. I stood in my penthouse, looking out over the sweeping skyline that sparkled under the light of midnight. Down there, the world was frantic, discordant, and irrelevant. I ruled it all from where I stood—the fashion empire I had built as a cover, the intricate traps I wove, the lives I controlled at will.And none of it counted. Not really.She did.Hailey Quinn.Her name was a chant that went on in my mind, a hymn that increased its urgency with each day. I had seen her first in the reports of my spies, a shadow figure wrapped in secrets and unleashed might. And then I saw her close up. All else fell into nothingness when I looked upon her for the first time. She was not just beautiful; she was goddess-like. Potent. Destined for greatness. And she would belong to me.I padded barefoot back from the window, walking across the marble floor of my penthouse suite. The inside was a reflection of the duality of m