All Chapters of Blind Fate: The Beta's Regret: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

Leianna I’m sitting in the living room, a book resting unused in my lap. I've been here for a few days and despite the warmth and safety of the pack house, a cold thread of isolation weaves through me. Being deaf in a world so reliant on sound is like living in a bubble, one that’s hard and transparent but isolates you just the same. I’ve learned to read lips, to observe body language and facial expressions, to grasp at the fringes of conversations and emotions swirling around me. But today, the bubble feels more like a cage. The thought of my father and the cult searching for me sends shivers down my spine. They don’t just want me back; they want to put me on display, a deity in their twisted worship, stripped of my autonomy and voice. The endless days spent under their watchful eyes, my every move dictated by their whims, my very existence, a tool for their manipulation. I would rather face any fate than to be dragged back to that life. The idea of returning to a world where

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 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

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

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