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RuinI walk down the hallway with a purpose, my boots thudding against the polished wood floors of the pack house. Thoughts race through my head, a tangled mess of anger and concern, all circling around one man: Edward, Chloe Jane’s father. Since the fallout with Mason — or Ivan, as we now know him — Edward’s been off the radar, a ghost without a trace. He wasn’t even at his own mansion. Either he’s dead or he’s fled.Reaching Ryker’s office, I don’t bother knocking. The door swings open to reveal him hunched over a mess of papers and screens, looking every bit the war commander in his own right.“Ryker,” I start without preamble, “I’m sure you’ve heard by now that Edward’s gone. Vanished into thin air. No scent, no sight, nothing.”Ryker’s eyes flick up to meet mine, sharp and calculating. “I’ve been thinking about that slippery fuck since we infiltrated Ivan’s so-called base at his estate.”I nod, frustration boiling under my skin. “It’s like he knew we’d come for him and left no s
Chloe JaneSleep claims me quickly tonight, the kind that’s deep and full of the whispers of the subconscious. In the dreamscape that envelops me, Halo is there in her white wolf form, her coat shimmering like the moon. She beckons with a nod of her head, leading me out of the familiar woods and towards a mountain I’ve never seen before. It’s majestic, rising into the sky like a silent guardian of ancient secrets.Halo leads me through a hidden path, one that spirals upward, and the air becomes crisp, filled with the scent of pine and ancient earth.As I step onto the hidden path with Halo, the sight that unfolds before me is nothing short of breathtaking. The mountain, towering and grand, stretches up into the sky, its peak almost brushing against the clouds. It’s massive, like something out of an old tale, with the kind of presence that makes you feel both tiny and awe-inspired.Winding my way up, the crisp air fills my lungs, scented with pine and that rich, earthy smell that spe
Chloe JaneThe night of the full moon casts a silver glow over the world, turning the forest around the pack house into a realm of ethereal beauty. It’s a stark contrast to the turmoil churning inside me. Tonight is my last night with Deacon before I leave for Greece, and the thought sends waves of sadness crashing through me. Despite the excitement of finally learning to shift, the ache of impending separation lingers.Deacon, sensing my nervousness, gives my hand a reassuring squeeze as we walk deeper into the forest. “It’s going to be okay,” he says, his voice soft in the quiet of the evening. “You’re ready for this.”I nod, trying to muster a smile. “I know... I’m just, I don’t know, nervous, I guess.”He stops, turning to face me, his eyes searching mine. “Hey, it’s natural to be nervous. But I’ve seen you in action; you’re stronger than you give yourself credit for. Shifting for the first time is a big step, but I know you can do it.”The sincerity in his voice bolsters my spir
Chloe JaneThe sudden violence of his entry doesn’t hurt because I’m so wet already, the heat making it easier for me to receive him. His relentless thrusts don’t stop and I don’t want it to; thrusting hard inside of me, lifting my legs over his shoulder and taking from me what he needs… what I crave.My back arches from the ground and my eyes roll back; the more he thrusts into me, the louder my moans get, and this time around, I don’t hide or stifle the sounds I make. He leans his head down to nibble on my skin, sucking marks, and I slip my legs around his waist. His hand moves up to my nipples, pinching them hard and causing me to gasp.“Come for me, sweet girl. I need to feel you trembling all over my cock,” he growls when he knows I'm close, wrapping one hand around my throat and pinning my hands above my head with the other.I reach my peak with a shout; I see stars as my orgasm courses through my body, and a hiss escapes his mouth when my pussy grips and trembles around his len
Ruin Sitting on this plush private jet on our way to Greece, I can’t help but notice Chloe Jane’s been more of a caged lion than her usual self. She’s been up and down the aisle for the last hour, and it’s clear as day she’s feeling the pull towards wherever it is we’re headed. “Chloe, love, you need to try and relax. We’ve still got a ways to go,” I say, attempting to sound calm despite the worry gnawing at me. She stops pacing, gives me a look that’s half-apology, half-frustration.. “I know, I’m sorry. It’s just... I feel it, Deacon. It’s like it’s calling to me.” I nod, understanding but feeling bloody helpless. “Alright, but at least sit down for a bit, yeah? You’ll wear yourself out before we even get there.” She hesitates for a moment, then finally settles down next to me, her leg bouncing with nervous energy. She lets out a deep sigh, trying to find some semblance of calm in the storm brewing inside her. I watch her, wishing there was more I could do to ease her tension. “
Chloe JaneAs I take the steps toward the Sanctuary, each one feels like it’s leading me further from Deacon and yet closer to a part of myself I’ve yet to fully understand. My heart is a tangled mess of anticipation and fear as I walk. The air grows cooler, the scent of ancient stone and earth mixing with the crisp mountain breeze.Reaching the top, I pause, taking a deep breath before stepping into the marble structure. It’s more majestic up close, the craftsmanship speaking of ages past. Inside, the air hums with a quiet power. It’s more beautiful than in my dreams, and for a moment, I’m overwhelmed by the weight of what I’m about to undertake.As I step into the courtyard, I’m greeted by four women, one of who I met in my dreams before and each exuding a presence that’s both commanding and comforting. They are the previous Spinners, the ones who’ve walked this path before me, guardians of a tradition that now rests on my shoulders.“Welcome, Chloe Jane,” says the first, her voice
Ruin“What the fuck, Ruin?”I drop the vamps heart to the ground and stomp on it before turning around and facing Blight, who’s wearing a look of disbelief in his face. Looking around at the surrounding carnage that I created, I can’t help but chuckle.“Oh, come off it, I thought you liked a little violence,” I say as I roll my eyes.“Yeah, carnage when it’s warranted, not…whatever the fuck this is,” he says, gesturing the the bodies strewn about. “Besides, this was supposed to be a quick pickup. What the hell happened?”I shrug. “They came at me when I threatened the nest leader. I was simply defending myself.”“Defending yourself, my ass. You better explain this to Ryker before he decides to stop sending you out,” Blight says, shaking his head. The anger in his eyes seems to dissipate as he sighs, then he looks at me again. “Listen, if this is about Chloe Jane—”“It’s not,” I growl and walk past him but he grabs my upper arm. “Let go of me, mate.”“Not until you’ve calmed the fuck d
Chloe JaneI can spin Threads of Fate without the need for sleep, and even though I remember everything, I do not feel tired. My mind doesn’t feel foggy anymore, there’s no exhaustion and I don’t feel drained. Aria’s training helped me with that. It took a while, but I’ve finally mastered it. She told me I’m ready for the next stage with Brigid, but I’m not sure what that could be. “Chloe Jane, follow me,” Brigid says after I’ve finished my tea one afternoon. I’ve been curious about what she has to teach me, now it seems my time has come.Following her feels like stepping into a different world, one where the air itself seems to thrum with life and energy. She leads me to an open space within the Sanctuary, a place where the sun filters through the leaves, painting everything in warm, golden hues. It feels like we’re in the heart of nature’s own cathedral.“Here,” Brigid begins, her voice carrying the warmth of a gentle fire. “I will teach you about the passion that fuels destiny. F
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