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
RuinI watch Chloe Jane as she lays in my arms fast asleep. She’s had so much to deal with these past few days since we’ve been back, so whenever possible, I let her sleep in. Her powers have grown as well, and I don’t want to admit it to her, but they’ve grown exponentially. She’s exhausted because her body gets no rest; after she falls asleep, she immediately becomes The Spinner. Hours upon hours, she sits up spinning fates and only once the first slivers of sunlight peeks through the window, does she rest.Nothing on this planet could scare me before I met her. Now I stay up worrying about her wellbeing and state of mind. She’s been thrown into the deep end, forced to come to terms with what she is in a short amount of time.I blame myself at times, since my mark seems to have been the catalyst in all this. If I had known what I know now, I would have waited and allowed her to adjust. But I suppose there’s no point in lamenting on what could have been.The only thing I can do now
Chloe JaneI run my fingers through Ruin’s hair, pushing his mouth flush against me as his tongue leads me to yet another orgasm. His fingers are digging painfully into my thighs as he pushes my legs up, taking long, leisurely licks through my folds.“Deacon…Oh… Gods!” I cry out as I reach my climax again, seeing stars behind the darkness of my vision. But before I can come down from my high, Ruin spins me around and slams hard inside of me. “Fuck…” he trails off as he grabs my hips hard, the table cool against my breasts. We were busy making dinner together when our dirty banter turned into…this. His rough hand caresses my back, and grips the back of my neck, while the other digs into my hip as he thrusts inside of me. Gods, I will never get used to this. Ruin’s cock still manages to stretch me no matter how many times he claims my body and leaves me deliciously sore. He never fails to worship my body, ensuring I reach my peak before he even thinks of himself.His groans, his grun
RuinLeaving Chloe Jane alone for the day, especially with Caleb, knots my stomach with unease. But there’s no choice. Today, Blight and I have a crucial mission—kidnapping and questioning Chloe Jane’s father as he meets with Ryker again. It’s risky, but necessary.“Take care of her,” I tell Caleb, my voice laced with an underlying command I don’t bother to soften. “She’s more than just a mate to me. She’s everything to me.”Caleb nods, his expression serious. “You have my word, Ruin. We’ll be fine here.”Chloe Jane reaches out, finding my hand. Her touch is a balm, soothing the edges of my concern. “Be careful,” she whispers. “Please, I can’t lose you too.”I lean down, pressing a kiss to her forehead. “Always am, dove, and you will never lose me. That’s an oath,” I reply, though we both know the risks involved today are higher than ever.With one last look, I turn and leave, stepping into the crisp morning air where Blight is waiting, his energy practically crackling with anticipat
Chloe JaneKim is gone, and it’s all my fault. Ruin says she was killed in retaliation to them contacting my father yesterday, but I know different. This is Mason, or whoever he is, showing he has the upper hand no matter what we do. I just wish I could see his fate so I can know what to do next. I’m hurt, angry and disappointed in myself. What’s the point of having this power if I can’t use it to help those close to me?I’m curled up on the bed when I feel Ruin’s arms slipping around me. He pulls me flush against his chest and kisses my shoulder. “Hey, dove. You gonna lie in bed all day?”“I thought you wanted me to rest more,” I say, and he chuckles.“Yeah, but you’re not resting right now, are you? You’re wallowing,”“I think I’m allowed to wallow, Ruin. My sister just died, give me time to grieve,” I snap.“This isn’t grieving, dove. This is letting those responsible get away with it,” he says, and I feel a bubble of anger rise up in me. I spin around in his arms, glaring at hi
RuinA sudden noise jolts me awake from a deep sleep. My instincts, honed over centuries, immediately kick in. I sit up, scanning the room, my eyes adjusting to the darkness. There, in the faint moonlight filtering through the curtains, I see Chloe Jane sitting up in bed, her body rigid in that all-too-familiar spinning position.Quietly, I slide out of bed, careful not to disturb her. Something doesn’t feel right. As I step into the living room, a figure catches my eye—Caleb, or at least, someone who looks like him, is lurking there. But there’s something off about him, a sense of wrongness that sets off alarm bells in my head. Uncanny fucking Valley, be damned.I approach cautiously, my senses on high alert. “Caleb? What the fuck are you doing here at this hour?”The figure turns, but the posture, the energy, it’s all wrong; a slow, deliberate movement that’s uncharacteristically stiff for him. “Just checking in,” he replies, his voice lacking its usual warmth.As I step closer, so
Chloe JaneRuin is angry at himself because of the breach at the apartment, but I don’t think it’s something he can blame himself over. We never anticipated shapeshifters, did we? Just like we never anticipated Kim’s death. Mason is pushing Ruin to his limit, and I don’t want to be there when the Horseman Conquest finally snaps.We arrived at the Horsemen pack house about half an hour ago. Ruin moved our things into his room in the west wing, now he and Ryker are doing a check on all the guards to see if they’re shapeshifters.I was told to stay inside the pack house since they seem to think it’s safer, but I don’t particularly feel very safe right now. I suppose it’s to be expected.Sitting on the sofa in the living room, I feel out of place. Even more so when I feel a pair of eyes boring into the back of my head. It’s not outright malice, but someone isn’t happy I’m here.“Whoever you are, you can come out now,” I say, placing my teacup down on the side table. “Or are you going to
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