All Chapters of CLAIMING HAILEY : Chapter 141 - Chapter 150

FLORAThe air was heavy with the scent of damp earth, mixed with the acrid smell of burning incense. The flickering candle flames cast menacing shadows on the stonewalls, elongating and twisting like agitated spirits. I was in the centre of the room, watching as the runes I wrote in blood seemed to radiate power. The magic coursed through my veins, reminding me of what I had sacrificed to return.David was by my side, his gold-coloured eyes filled with barely restrained excitement. So ready to charge into the storm without fully comprehending its strength. His interest in Hailey had clouded his mind, but for the moment, I needed that instinctual loyalty."You're positive this will work?" he asked, his taut-with-tension voice.I gazed at him, my expression unyielding. "Of course. Ryan is Hailey's greatest weakness. If we take him, she'll disintegrate."David's lips curled into a slow, ravenous smile. "And Jaden? Will he finally see Hailey for what she truly is?""Jaden will follow wher

JADENThe air in the war room was charged.All of our maps, all of our parchment, all of our plans covered the big oak table, but none of it mattered until we figured out the most important thing—how in the world were we going to save my dad?Ryan, the Alpha King, my father, had been taken.And I was not handling it well.The enormous war table was ringed by our most powerful leaders—vampires, wolves, witches, even a dragon. Adrian, Vampire King, sat with his arms folded, his red eyes scanning the map spread out before us. Jackson stood next to me, his jaw so clenched that I feared his teeth would shatter. Jermaine's palms were flat on the table, fingers buried deep in the wood, his icy eyes trained on Isaiah, who'd been predictably quiet since this whole thing began.My mom occupied the head of the table. At least, where she'd once been.She hadn't spoken much, but I could feel her there. A hurricane waiting to be unleashed."Connor is an idiot if he thinks we won't retaliate," Alexi

JACKSON Doubt sat heavy on my chest like an iron cage. I had walked back and forth for hours, my mind contemplating all the various things that could have occurred to my mother and father. Hailey was gone, and Ryan had already been kidnapped. The more we sat here planning for what felt like forever, the more frustrated I became.I wasn't cut out for this—waiting, planning, hoping. I was a man of action, a doer who seized the situation and took control of it before things started to spin out of control. But this? This was chaos plain and simple, and I hated it.I expelled a sharp breath, rubbing my temples as I stood before the large war table where my brothers and our allies stood. Maps covered its surface, revealing the known territory of Connor and his warriors. Jaden was wound tight, his fingers drumming against the wood in irritation, while Turtela wore an edge to her otherwise warm aura. Alexia, my mate—our mate—remained quiet, her arms wrapped tightly around her chest as she st

AURORAI had seen much in my life—radiant feasts, epic battles, and even the hidden glories of the Fae realm—but nothing so awe-inspiring as the vista that stood before me now.A ruin. A complete and utter ruin.The great castle, hewn from the face of the mountain, now smouldered in ash, its remains clinging to walls that barely stood. A curl of smoke drifted into the air, its acrid blending with that of charred stone and spell. It was ruinously beautiful.And at its centre stood my Aunt Hailey.She was a picture of strength, hair streaming in the wind, golden eyes burning with the sting of battle. Beside her, Uncle Ryan stood unwavering, bloodied but very much alive, his wolf-like aura as dominant as ever.Jaden, Jackson, and Jermaine stood there silently, each one absorbing the devastation in their own quiet way. Alexia was keeping her mouth open, eyes staring in horror. Even Adrian, the ever-aloof Vampire King, raised an eyebrow at the show.Me, though? I smiled."That," I breathed

HAILEYThe war room was as quiet as a tomb when I stood at the head of the long obsidian table, my eyes locked on Alexia. The tension was thick and heavy in the air, but I didn't care about anyone's discomfort. Not today.Alexia sat stiffly across from me, her hands clasping the wooden chair arms as if they would keep her anchored against the storm she knew she was about to encounter. I could see it in her eyes—the conflict raging within her, the turmoil seething her heart and mind.I had endured it long enough.The others watched, waited. Jaden, Jackson, and Jermaine remained against the walls, each mask a face. Turtela hovered near, her smile tinged, anxiety shading her countenance. Even Ryan, freshly recovering from what transpired between Flora and David, possessed a keen interest in the predicament before them.I stormed at them."Leave us."Jaden took a half step closer, his jaw compressing. "Mother—""I told you to leave us." My voice was as sharp as a razor, my order absolute.