CLAIMING HAILEY 의 모든 챕터: 챕터 151 - 챕터 160

ALEXIA The night air was thick with magic. I felt it pressing against my skin, surrounding me like a force field. The castle walls, usually strong and solid, now hummed with energy, charged by the full moon suspended high in the sky. Three days. All the time Hailey had given me to decide. To accept or decline my friends. Three days to unravel a lifetime of doubt, fear, and denial. Now there was no time at all. I looked at my reflection in the large gilded mirror in my bedroom. My blonde hair cascaded down my back, my green eyes burning with a tempest of emotions I had no idea how to control. I looked the same as always—confident, lovely, poised. But inside? Inside, I was a disaster. My fingers shook as I pressed them against the wooden vanity. I had spent so long attempting to deny the pull, attempting to justify why I couldn't—shouldn't—be theirs. But the truth was agonizingly simple. I was afraid. Afraid of losing myself. Afraid of being something less in the shadow of thei

ALEXIAI'm tensed around the triplets, it's a full moon, my emotions are wild, my arousal potent yet I can't bring myself to loosen up; asides the fact that I'm two years older, I've always only seen the boys as my siblings but all of my impressions of them pale in comparison to this day.Jaden is the first to move towards me, spraying peppery kisses at my neck, my back and nipping at me with his fangs. A moan involuntarily slips out of me and Jermaine is suddenly next to him, as I try to keep a grasp on the emotions flying round me, he tears of my cloth while Jaden kisses me long and hard; I'm gasping for breath, breathless, lost and certainly unaware of my surroundings. At some point I'm lowered to the bed and Jackson is on me, his kisses are sweet, dominant and pleasurable and as I try to get used to the feeling, suddenly I feel long fingers in me, then two hot mouths on my nipples, it's too much, the pleasure is so heightened that I am lost and as my first climax rips through me,

HAILEY The moment I stepped inside the Fae Court, I knew this was a bad idea.Not that I feared them. No, the Fae had lost long ago any power they ever had to elicit anything more than annoyance in me. But that they'd taken it upon themselves to summon me, like I was some petty subject under their authority, brought my blood to a rolling boil.There was a hush that fell on the grand hall as I approached, my steps echoing on the shining crystal floors. The Fae lived and breathed beauty and lies, and their Queen was no exception. She lounged on her sparkling throne of woven silver and ivy, golden eyes unruffled, enigmatic.I remained standing before her, bowing my head by a fraction. "You are well aware, Your Majesty, that summoning in a Queen of my reputation is an insult worthy of war, aren't you?"The silence in the room intensified.I watched as the Queen's lips wobbled, her face a fleeting twitch of mirth playing upon her small face. "And yet you did."I smiled, but it was not war

QUEEN LYSARA The human, wolf-born believe the Fae to be flighty, whimsical creatures—dancing under the moon, spinning stories, laughing as if the entire world is nothing but fantasy. Fools. They have no idea of the weight of power, the need for command that has shaped my folk from the beginning of time.We are not merely beasts of beauty and marvel. We are masters. We are masters of fate. And I will witness my plans for Liandra come to nothing because Hailey believes herself above the bargaining terms.Jermaine is mine.He is, from the moment I introduced him to my world, from the moment I wrapped his small body against mine and spoke magic into his skin to mold him into the perfect tool. I taught him, strengthened him, shaped him into something greater than his breed would have crafted.And now, the Queen of All has the audacity to claim that he is hers to command?My mouth curls in revulsion as I pace the length of my throne room. The corridor is still except for the muted hum of a

FAE QUEEN My hall of court shone with gold radiance, the scent of elder flowers and magic filling the air. My councilors sat before me, muttering strategy to each other, their words dissolving into the sweet thrum of the otherworldly wards that protected my kingdom. Speech of alliances, of backroom politics, hung in the air—our usual gambits, our courteous waltzes past mortal and immortal alike.And then—Darkness.A rush of cold air sliced through the warmth of the room, and the atmosphere shifted. A flood of outside magic wrapped itself into my sanctuary, dense and reeking of death. All the fae in the room froze, the golden glow of the court shuddering as something much stronger than our own permeated.And then—A corpse.Her corpse.Liandra.One moment, I sat at the front of my court, listening to the well-practiced words of my people. The next, my daughter's body materialized in my lap, her body limp, her once-shining skin deathly pale, dead. Her head hung in an unnatural way, th