All Chapters of Blind Fate: The Beta's Regret: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

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

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

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

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

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