Chloe Jane Waking up in Ruin’s arms feels like waking up in a dream – one I never want to end. His breathing is steady, a soothing rhythm that syncs with the quiet of the morning. In this moment, as I lie here, I realize I can hear something else, something faint and distant – Ruin’s thoughts. But they sound different, like a murmur in a language I don’t understand. It’s both intriguing and perplexing, this new aspect of our bond. I snuggle closer to him, trying to make sense of this newfound connection. Ruin stirs, and I sense him waking up. “Good morning, dove,” he whispers, his voice a low rumble that resonates through me. He kisses the top of my head, a sweet gesture that makes my heart flutter. “Did you sleep well?” I smile, my face still buried in the crook of his neck. “Yes, thanks to you. You make me feel so safe, Ruin.” He chuckles softly. “I’m just glad I can be here for you, Chloe Jane.” We talk for a bit, the comfort of our conversation making me feel more connecte
Ruin As dawn creeps through the curtains, I stir from a deep, peaceful sleep, the kind I haven’t known in years. The warmth of Chloe Jane’s presence beside me is a comfort that has quickly become a necessity. But as I reach out, expecting to find her there, my hand meets only the cold, empty sheets. Panic grips me as I throw off the covers and jump out of bed, my heart racing. “Chloe Jane!” I call out, my voice echoing in the silent cabin. No response. My mind races with worst-case scenarios. Did she wander outside? Is she hurt? The thought of her in any kind of danger sends a surge of adrenaline through me. I hurry out of the bedroom, every muscle tensed, prepared for anything. But nothing could have prepared me for what I see. Chloe Jane is sitting in the middle of the living room on the single seater, her hands moving rhythmically in the air. Her eyes, usually a soft unseeing opal with a blue ring, are completely white, like frosted glass. My first thought is fear—has someth
Chloe JaneI’m sitting cross-legged on the sofa, reading my Braille book and waiting for Ruin to get back. He’s gone into town to get our weekly groceries and told me it would be safer for me to stay here.I don’t really mind since it’s pouring with rain outside. So I’ll rather stay here curled up on the sofa in front of the fireplace. It’s the little things, I guess. Also, I’m still feeling quite exhausted after my sleepwalking last night; although it wasn’t just the sleep walking. My vivid dreams are back. I don’t quite understand them, as I don’t even know the people I dream about, but I see their entire lives played out for me in a matter of seconds. My head feels woozy just thinking about it. Placing my book down on the floor, I lay back down and sling my arm over my eyes while breathing out a sigh. Perhaps a nap would do me—/“Chloe Jane!”/I open my eyes to my negative black and white world, my head suddenly pounding at the suddenness of it all. Rubbing my eyes, I breathe out
Ruin The rain pounds on the cabin roof as I return with bags of groceries. I can’t shake the unease gnawing at me, a feeling that something is off. But as I step inside, my eyes immediately lock onto Chloe Jane, sitting on the couch, her posture tense. “Chloe Jane,” I call out, my voice laced with concern. She startles, as if lost in her thoughts, then looks at me with eyes that betray a mix of confusion and distress. “What’s wrong, dove?” I ask, setting the groceries down in the kitchen and hurrying to her side. She bites her bottom lip, a telltale sign that something is on her mind and when she starts to fiddle with the hem of her dress, I can tell it’s major. Not to mention the stress I can feel from her mark on my nape. I take her hand in mine and draw my other hand to her chin to turn her head. She peers up at me with those unseeing eyes, then her voice cuts through the sound of the rain pattering against the windows. “Halo has been talking to me,” she starts as I caress the
Chloe JaneI don’t know what’s going on, but Ruin and I have been on the road with his pack members following us and him not saying a word. I know I should ask what’s wrong, but I can feel that he’s angry.Not at me, but at the situation.Saying I understand what’s going on is a lie; I don’t understand a damn thing. First Halo’s revelations, then Ruin telling me I was weaving threads in my sleep, now this. My head hurts so much just thinking about everything that has happened in the past twenty-four hours. “I’m sorry, dove,” Ruin’s voice cuts through my thoughts and my head snaps towards him. “I didn’t expect any of this to happen and now I’m being silent like the fucking cunt I am. I’m sorry.”I reach out and place my hand on his leg, giving it a gentle squeeze. “Will you please tell me what’s going on? Why was your Alpha so rattled?”He chuckles low. “Well, let’s just say Ryker isn’t used to someone knowing more than him since he’s in possession of the First Sight,” he explains. “B
Ruin“Over my dead fucking body will that cunt take her,” I growl, digging my nails into the arm rest. “He’ll have to get through me first.”Out of all the fucking things I thought her cunt of a father was capable of, this was not one of it. Selling his own daughter and wife? What the fuck?“W-what was that Alpha going to give my father in exchange for us?” Chloe Jane asks with a death grip on my hand. “Do you know what we were worth to him?”Ryker looks at me and I nod, but I know this is going to be hard for her to hear. “He was going to aim bigger than the spot of a Sovereign. White House bigger,” he says.I turn to Chloe Jane to see her reaction, noting her clenched jaw and the tears welling in her eyes that she quickly wipes away. “I see. That sounds like my father,” she says with a sad scoff. “What about Kim? She’s Mason’s mate?”“The real Alpha Mason’s mate, yes. The person parading with his face right now is someone Helseth sent over,” Ryker says, dropping more bombs on her. I
Chloe JaneI remember everything.Every face, every future, every fate. I’m starting to remember the vivid ‘dreams’ I’ve been having, and I don’t know how to feel about it. It’s fascinating, I must admit; but it leaves me more drained than anything else.Ruin has caught me ‘spinning’ every day so far this week, and even though it’s something that should be expected, I don’t miss the concern in his tone. I’m sure he never wanted this for me; this huge responsibility. He doesn’t have to say much, I can feel it through his mark.Laying on the sofa, I sling an arm over my eyes, trying to shield myself from the onslaught of memories and visions that refuse to give me peace. My head hurts, a dull, persistent ache that throbs in time with my heartbeat. It’s too much, sometimes, this constant barrage of information, of lives that are not my own yet somehow are.The weight of my new reality presses down on me, a constant reminder of who and what I am. The spinning, the seeing of fates—it’s all
Chloe JaneAs I drift into sleep, the familiar pull of visions tugs at my consciousness, drawing me into the fabric of fates that I am bound to weave. Tonight, it’s Tenebris –Caleb– whose thread glimmers in the forefront of my mind's eye.The vision unfolds, a silent movie playing out in the theater of my dreams. I see Caleb, his expression softer than I’ve ever witnessed in waking life. Opposite him stands a woman, her features sharp and delicate, like a piece of beautifully crafted glass.Somehow, I know her name is Leianna.She is unlike anyone I’ve ever seen, her grace and beauty shining even through the dream. Dark hair, bright blue eyes and just radiating happiness. They’re in a secluded place, surrounded by the tranquility of nature. It’s serene, almost idyllic, and I can feel the gentle thrum of connection that exists between them.She communicates with him through sign language, her hands moving with a fluidity that speaks of long practice. The connection between them is palp
Phoebe The forest always feels like a different world, a place where I can shed the weight of expectations and just be Phoebe. Not Phoebe, the daughter of Horseman Conquest and A Fate, not the leader-in-waiting of the next generation, just... me. Here, I can escape the destiny that’s been mine since before I was born. It’s a heavy crown, one that requires me to be more than I sometimes feel capable of being. My parents, Goddess bless them, they try to understand, but there’s a part of this journey I have to navigate alone. My brothers, too, they’re caught up in their own destinies, each of us a cog in a machine set in motion before we were even born. Today, the forest feels alive, almost buzzing with a silent energy that speaks directly to my soul. I wander, letting my feet guide me, drawn deeper into the heart of this secluded place. There’s a part of me that dreads returning home, to plaster a smile on my face and pretend all is well. It’s exhausting, playing that role when in
Deacon The room’s dimmed to just a whisper of light, casting soft shadows across Chloe Jane and our daughter, both of them sleeping soundly. It’s quiet now. The earlier flurry of visitors with their well-wishes and blessings has ebbed away, leaving just the three of us in a peaceful bubble. I’m sitting in a chair pulled up close to the bed, elbows on my knees, chin on my hands, just watching them. Chloe Jane’s got this peaceful look on her face, the kind of serenity you don’t often find in the waking world. And our daughter, nestled in her little bassinet next to her, is just as tranquil. It’s a picture I wish I could frame, keep safe forever. I lean back; the chair creaking softly under my weight, and let out a breath I didn’t realize I’d been holding. It’s moments like these, rare and fleeting, that make you ponder the grand scheme of things. The Creators had a plan for me, a path laid out since the dawn of my existence. Being a Horseman comes with its burdens, its expectatio
Chloe JaneThe world snaps into sharp focus with a jolt, my body tensing as a sharp pain slices through my belly, ripping me from the depths of sleep. My breath catches, a soft whimper escaping as I instinctively reach for my stomach, the realization crashing over me like a wave.Deacon is by my side in an instant, his eyes wide with concern and sleep-fuzzed confusion. “Chloe Jane? What is it? What’s wrong?”“It’s … I think it’s time,” I manage to gasp out, another wave of pain crashing over me.“Bloody hell,” he mutters, more to himself than to me, as he switches on the lamp. The soft light fills the room, casting shadows that dance across the walls, doing little to ease the growing tension.He helps me sit up, his movements gentle but quick, his concern palpable. “Let’s get you comfortable, yeah?” he says, helping me into a robe. His voice is steady, but I can hear the undercurrent of worry, the faintest tremor that betrays his nerves.I nod, leaning heavily on him as another contra
Chloe JaneSitting across from Ryker in his office, the seriousness of the moment weighs heavily on me. The room feels too large, his desk a barrier of polished wood, but I’m here with a purpose that fuels my resolve. The shadows cast by the low light seem to dance around him, making him appear both as the formidable Alpha he is and the mentor I need him to be at this moment.“Ryker, I’ve been thinking a lot about what my next steps should be,” I start, my voice steady despite the fluttering in my stomach. “With my father...with what happened, there’s a void in leadership, and I believe I should step in. To lead in his place, as Sovereign.”Ryker leans back in his chair, his expression unreadable. The silence stretches between us, thick and heavy, until he finally nods, his demeanor serious. “It’s a bold move, Chloe Jane. You have the vision and the heart for it, but it’s not going to be easy. Especially not in the current climate.”I nod, expecting no less. “I know it won’t be. But
RuinI never expected to feel the absolute completion that came with seeing Chloe Jane walking down the aisle toward me. I thought I was made of stronger stuff, but apparently not when it comes to the love of my life.As it should be.The moment she steps into my arms for our first dance, it’s like the world shifts under my feet. I’ve faced down monsters, fought battles that would turn a weaker man’s blood to ice, but nothing, absolutely nothing, compares to the weight of her gaze on me, filled with love and trust.I pull her closer, our bodies moving together in rhythm with the music, a soft melody that somehow seems to echo the beat of our hearts. “You’re bloody stunning, love,” I whisper, my voice rough with emotion. “Never thought I’d be the type to get all twisted up inside over a dance.”Chloe Jane laughs, that sound that’s come to mean everything to me. “And yet, here you are,” she says, her hands resting on my shoulders, her eyes sparkling. “Dancing with your wife in front of
Chloe JaneThe air feels charged today, thick with anticipation and the kind of nervous energy that makes my skin prickle. I’m standing in the bridal room, my reflection staring back at me, barely recognizable. My belly is massive now, a constant reminder of the life Deacon and I have created together. It’s hard to believe that in just a few moments, I’ll be walking down the aisle, making everything official in the eyes of our pack and the powerful Alphas gathered here today.Leianna is with me, her presence a calming force amidst the chaos of my thoughts. She’s been my rock through all of this. I couldn’t ask for a better friend or a better person to be here with me today. As I pace back and forth, trying to quell the nausea that’s been my constant companion this evening. I halt my pacing and look at her, desperation clear in my gaze. [“I don’t know if I can do this,”] I sign, my hands shaky. [“Chloe Jane, everything will be perfect,”] she signs, her hands moving with grace. [“Yo
RuinI’m sitting across from Ryker, my hands clenched into fists on my knees. The silence in the office is thick, almost tangible, as I muster the courage to voice what’s been haunting me for years. Ryker’s gaze is steady, patient, waiting for me to speak.“I want to tell Chloe Jane about my past,” I finally say, the words tasting like ash in my mouth.Ryker’s eyebrows shoot up, surprise etching his features for a moment before he leans back in his chair, nodding slowly. “That’s a big step, Ruin. But it’s a good one. Purging yourself of that past... Chloe Jane will understand. She loves you.”I nod, not entirely convinced but appreciating his support. “Yeah, I just... I don’t want there to be secrets between us. Not about something this big; something that shaped me this round of my reincarnation.”“Good man,” Ryker says, his voice warm with approval. “You’re doing the right thing.”Ryker was the one who found me starving and out of my mind on the streets. He’s the one who took me in
Chloe JaneI’m seated in the cozy living room of our cottage, surrounded by wedding planners and notebooks. The idea of planning a wedding in the middle of the War of The Five feels surreal, yet here I am, trying to pick out floral arrangements and seating charts. Ryker had gently insisted that we invite the Alphas of our allied packs, a strategic move given the circumstances of the war. I understand the necessity, though it’s far from the small ceremony I originally wanted. But these are strange times now. We need to show our allies that we appreciate them, even if it’s only a wedding.A knock on the door pulls me from my thoughts. I’m expecting Leianna, and a smile spreads across my face at the thought of spending the afternoon with her. I hurry over and open the door to find her standing there, a tentative smile on her face.[“Hey, come in,”] I sign, stepping aside to let her through. She nods, her smile growing as she steps into the warmth of the cottage.After a light lunch, wh
Ruin “Spent years blind, only for my fiance to blind me again,” I can’t help but chuckle at Chloe Jane’s words as I lead her into the forest behind the pack house. She’s been complaining about the blindfold for the last few minutes, but I want her to have the full effect of the gift I’ve been working on since she’s been gone. “Oh, aren't we overdramatic. Do Fates have zero patience or something? Hold your horses, we’re almost there, dove,” I say as we walk, only for her to pout more. She’s only been back for a day and she’s already more bossy than before, bloody hell. As we step into the clearing, I can’t help but feel nervous at what her reaction might be. Will she like it? Will she say it’s silly? I suppose I’ll find out in a few seconds. I come up behind her and wrap my arms around her waist. “I’ve been working on this for a while now,” I murmur into her ear. “Welcome home, love.” Then I kiss her soft cheek and remove her blind fold from her eyes. She sucks in a sharp breat