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
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