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
RuinChloe Jane immediately passes out in my arms when I carry her back to my room. The last hour took everything out of her, it seems, and as much as I appreciate what she did, I don’t want her risking herself like this.She’s gone pale and before she passed out, her eyes were bloodshot. It wouldn’t surprise me if she sleeps for twenty-four hours straight after what she’s just done.I lay her down on the bed and brush her hair out of her face. She’s not running a fever or anything, and her breathing is labored; so I stay by her side until I’m sure she won’t randomly get up and take up her Spinner stance.Nope, she’s out cold.“You worry me, dove,” I whisper as I lean down to kiss her forehead. “I’m scared I might lose the woman I fell in love with.” The thought is terrifying. The Fates are usually immortal in their own way, but Chloe Jane hasn’t come into her full power yet. What if everything is too much for her? What if her body can’t handle what she’s been given?/“Our mate is st
Chloe Jane My eyelids flutter open, and a mild ache throbs behind them. Sunlight streams through the window, casting a warm glow across the room. How long have I slept? It feels like ages since I— Wait… I sit up and blink again, frowning at what I’m seeing because… I’m blind! I should not be seeing the morning light filtering through the bedroom window! Immediately, I leap out of the bed and look around the room, but then the door slams open and Ruin stands there with wide eyes. He looks at me, his worried expression softening as he smiles at me and it takes my breath away. He starts to speak, “Hey, dove. You had me—” But I don’t let him finish. Overcome with emotion, I dash towards him, a feat that should be impossible for me. His expression shifts from shock to astonishment as I launch myself into his arms. My arms wrap around his neck, my legs around his waist, and he steadies me, his own surprise resonating through the connection we share. “Chloe Jane?” he breathes out my na
RuinWe’re all seated in the living room of the pack house, watching Ryker pacing the floor. He’s just returned from Vegas and filled us in on what happened. The shapeshifter who looked like me had no intention of speaking, but after Fenriz used his Alpha Sight on him, Fenriz could see everything.Alpha Sight is when True Alphas embed their claws into the base of a person’s skull to see their hidden memories. Fenriz found this out when he was having fun with the shifter, who looked like me.The Euro Five are planning to wage war on us, and there are already rats inside each of our packs. And the real reason Ryker is so pissed off? The Creators didn’t show him shit about what’s coming.“I don’t fucking get it,” he growls, pacing. “Why keep silent on a brewing fucking war?”“Why keep silent on the fact that we’re all suddenly getting mates this time around?” I counter, shifting Chloe Jane closer on my lap. “You have to admit that they’ve been awfully quiet about important things during
Chloe Jane Deacon and the rest left three hours ago, and yet I’m sitting here, staring at the door even though I can’t see, waiting for him to walk back. Caleb is somewhere in the pack house but I can’t help feeling like he’s resenting me for needing to stay behind. His ability could have been used to an advantage as well, but he’s here babysitting me. I wish Deacon took me up on the offer to see his fate, but they all refused me. They said it would make them overconfident or get morale down if it goes either way. I should have just done it anyway, I think; if only to ease my own worries. Sitting alone, the silence of the room amplifies my thoughts, each one a tangled mess of worry for Deacon and the others. I can’t shake the feeling of being a burden, a sentiment that’s only grown since Caleb had to stay behind. I’m lost in thought, tracing the lines of the sofa’s armrest, when I hear the door creak open. Caleb steps in, his presence unmistakable. “Hey, Chloe Jane,” Caleb’s voic