All Chapters of CLAIMING HAILEY : Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

HAILEY The bright rays of the morning light flooded into the packhouse, bathing everything in their warmth. But there was tension in the air, a murmur of expectation. Just before daybreak, Lyna had gone into labour, and the packhouse as a whole appeared to hold its breath. Ryan was pacing the living room, muttering to himself as his forehead was furrowed. How much time does it take to give birth to a pup? Or is anything vampire-related? Despite my own anxiety, I put a soothing touch on his arm. "She's in capable hands." Cross-species births have been handled by the pack doctor previously. Ryan's eyes met mine as he halted in the middle of his stride. Hailey, this isn't your typical cross-species birth. A vampire birthing a werewolf's child? It has never been done before. He was not mistaken. Every known law of nature had been broken by Lyna's pregnancy. It was believed that vampires were incapable of becoming pregnant, much less carrying a kid to birth. Nevertheless, here we were. "H

HAILEYThe midday sun highlighted the packhouse windows, warming the living room in which I sat, but I couldn't concentrate because my stomach churned miserably, a familiar ache caused by this pregnancy. Amenia, my wolf, fidgeted at the back of my head, her worry clear. You need to rest more, Hailey. "I've tried," I murmured to myself out loud, tracing the edge of my barely perceptible bump. Despite being only four months pregnant, this one felt larger and more exhausting than the last. I looked up as Adrian entered the room. The vampire king carried his usual look of superiority. His black eyes swept over me with gentle intent, and he exuded sophistication. "Hailey," he spoke in a smooth, honey-toned voice. "You are pale." Too tired to groan, I exhaled long and hard. "Thanks for pointing that out." He inched in silently, his movement as smooth as silk as usual. "Can I?" When I hesitated, it was agony that was in control. I nodded.Adrian descended to his knees before me, the chill pa

RYAN The atmosphere was tense as I strolled through the forest that surrounded the pack’s lands; the moonlight barely broke through the dense canopy above, creating long, eerie shadows that danced with every rustle of leaves; my wolf, Ares, paced restlessly inside me, his agitation a constant pressure on my mind; Hailey’s pregnancy wasn’t just a blessing—it was a storm brewing on the horizon; the bond she had formed with Adrian, no matter how innocent, gnawed at my instincts; and now, with her recent pain and Adrian’s inexplicable ability to calm her, I felt as though I was losing control of the situation. “She’s our mate,” Ares growled; “We protect her, not him.” “I know,” I muttered. I whispered out loud, know. But what are our options? If he can assist her then we let him. Ares snarled once more but stopped arguing. Although he shared my frustration, even he acknowledged that Hailey had seemed somewhat relieved by Adrian's presence. I saw Logan reclining against a tree, his face u

THOMASI've forgotten what it means to be human. The master's first thing was to steal our senses from us and leave us numb, but I faltered when I was meant to kill Marissa; the master won't be pleased with this information. I've certainly come a long way since the man who obsessed over Hailey.Azure's den was heavy and stifling with air that seemed weighty with an aura of fear that clung to my body like a second skin. The burning candles cast long shadows on the stone walls, and the faint light did little to drive back the darkness that seemed to pervade this space. I carried the burden of defeat as I traveled down the long corridor. I had left Marissa crippled for weeks, maybe months, but I was not expecting Azure to be satisfied. He required results—completely and absolutely—and anything short of that would not suffice. I approached his enormous chamber's enormous doors. They were hanging over me. They resemble gates of hell descending over me, finely made with depictions of anarch

ISAIAH The only light in the tiny space was the warm glow of the fire, which crackled softly in the hearth. I was burdened by the weight of my visions, each of which represented a part of the future that I was still unable to piece together. The realms had always been both a blessing and a curse, a gift that ensnared me in a destiny from which I could never break free. But tonight, the visions were darker and heavier. The subtle shift in the air brought with it the subtle smell of earth and pine. I focused and grounded myself in the here and now by closing my eyes. I imagined I could hear the shadows dancing across the walls for a brief moment.The spirits' whispers were urgent and desperate. "Show me," I whispered, my voice barely audible. "What is to come?" The fire flickered, its light dimming as the room grew colder. I felt the pull, the familiar tug of the visions taking hold. My head swam, and the world around me faded into darkness. In the vision I stood on a battlefield, the