All Chapters of Cursed Kings MC Books 1-4: Chapter 241 - Chapter 250

CalebThe room feels heavy with emotions I can’t quite name, but the silence that follows Queenie’s whispered response is enough to make my chest ache. I glance at King, his expression unreadable as he sits quietly, holding baby Caleb close. It’s a strange kind of peace, fragile, like it could shatter at any second.My phone vibrates in my pocket, snapping me out of my thoughts. I pull it out, noticing several missed calls from my dad. A frown creases my forehead, and I stand, holding the screen up for King and Queenie to see.“It’s Dad,” I say. “He’s been calling.”King’s eyes narrow slightly, and Queenie shifts uneasily in her seat. “Should we go to the club?” she asks softly, her gaze flickering between us. “I’ve not seen Maz in a week,” she whispers.I hesitate for a moment before nodding. “Yeah. It might be important.” I turn to King. “You coming?”He nods, standing up carefully and handing the now-sleeping baby back to Queenie. “I’ll ride my bike. You two take the car.”We move

King POVHer words are so soft, but the second they register, I laugh. I can’t help it. The sheer awkwardness in her voice, the way she’s glaring at me like she’s ready to throw something, it’s too much.“It’s not funny, King!” she snaps, crossing her arms as I keep laughing.“Sorry, sorry!” I manage to say between chuckles. “It’s just… of all the things you could be stressing about, that’s the one?”Her eyes roll dramatically. “You’re such a prick.”I grin. “Fair enough. Alright, let me answer seriously. Who you sleep with at night? That’s something we’d all need to discuss and figure out together. As for the sex… Caleb and I agreed to give you space to decide what you want. It’s not about avoiding you. It’s about respecting you. And, to be honest, I’m not sure how either of us would react seeing the other… with you like that.”She’s quiet for a moment, nodding as she takes that in.Before she can respond, the door opens, and Caleb steps out, rubbing his hands over his face.“What di

Caleb POVMy dad's voice cuts through the moment. “Rose! Get in 'ere and take Queenie to the back room for a bit.” His tone leaves no room for argument.Queenie looks up at me, her brows furrowed in protest. “I don’t want to leave—”“Queenie,” I interrupt softly, stroking her cheek. “Just for now. Let us handle this.”Her eyes fill with worry, but she nods reluctantly. Rose appears in the doorway, her expression kind but firm as she motions for Queenie to follow.I give Queenie one last hug, holding her close for a beat longer than necessary. “It’s okay,” I murmur. “I’ll see you soon.”She nods again, her arms loosening from around me, and follows Rose out of the room. The moment the door closes behind her, the suffocating tension settles back into the room like a thick fog.I walk through to the table where everyone is seated, my heart still racing. King leans forward, his expression serious as his gaze sweeps across the room.“Let’s get one thin' straight,” King says, his voice cutt

QueenieI wake and see the moon outside, the weight of exhaustion still heavy on my body. I shift slightly, feeling the absence of baby Caleb in my arms. My heart skips for a moment before I spot King sitting at the foot of the bed, his shoulders hunched as he gazes at the floor. His presence feels surreal, like I’m still dreaming.“You’re awake,” he says quietly, his voice rough as if he hasn’t spoken in hours. He doesn’t look at me right away, his hands clasped tightly in his lap.I push myself up, rubbing the sleep from my eyes. “Where’s the baby?” I ask, my voice still groggy.“Caleb’s got 'im,” King replies, finally lifting his head to meet my gaze. His eyes are softer than I’ve seen them in ages, a mixture of longing and regret shining through. “He wanted ya to rest.”I nod, unsure of what to say. The air between us feels heavy, thick with unspoken words and unresolved pain. I pull the blanket tighter around me, needing the warmth as I wait for him to speak.“I missed you,” King

KingThe ride back to the cabin is quiet; the hum of my bike is the only sound, and the cool air bites at my face. Behind me, Caleb drives the car, and Queenie and baby Caleb are inside. I try to focus on the road, but my mind is tangled with everythin' that’s happened tonight. How did we even get 'ere? The club, the tension, the stares, it all feels suffocatin'. And Queenie… God, the look in 'er eyes when she said she felt selfish. It cut deeper than I expected.By the time we reach the cabin, I’ve made up my mind. Tonight, we talk. All of us. No more hidin', no more dancin' around the hard truths. We owe her that much.I park the bike as Caleb pulls in behind me. Queenie steps out of the car, cradlin' baby Caleb close, her exhaustion etched into every line of her face. She doesn’t say a word, just walks toward the cabin. Caleb and I exchange a look, an unspoken agreement passin' between us before we follow 'er inside.Upstairs, Queenie sits on the bed, baby Caleb restin' quietly in