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Ruin As dawn creeps through the curtains, I stir from a deep, peaceful sleep, the kind I haven’t known in years. The warmth of Chloe Jane’s presence beside me is a comfort that has quickly become a necessity. But as I reach out, expecting to find her there, my hand meets only the cold, empty sheets. Panic grips me as I throw off the covers and jump out of bed, my heart racing. “Chloe Jane!” I call out, my voice echoing in the silent cabin. No response. My mind races with worst-case scenarios. Did she wander outside? Is she hurt? The thought of her in any kind of danger sends a surge of adrenaline through me. I hurry out of the bedroom, every muscle tensed, prepared for anything. But nothing could have prepared me for what I see. Chloe Jane is sitting in the middle of the living room on the single seater, her hands moving rhythmically in the air. Her eyes, usually a soft unseeing opal with a blue ring, are completely white, like frosted glass. My first thought is fear—has someth
Chloe JaneI’m sitting cross-legged on the sofa, reading my Braille book and waiting for Ruin to get back. He’s gone into town to get our weekly groceries and told me it would be safer for me to stay here.I don’t really mind since it’s pouring with rain outside. So I’ll rather stay here curled up on the sofa in front of the fireplace. It’s the little things, I guess. Also, I’m still feeling quite exhausted after my sleepwalking last night; although it wasn’t just the sleep walking. My vivid dreams are back. I don’t quite understand them, as I don’t even know the people I dream about, but I see their entire lives played out for me in a matter of seconds. My head feels woozy just thinking about it. Placing my book down on the floor, I lay back down and sling my arm over my eyes while breathing out a sigh. Perhaps a nap would do me—/“Chloe Jane!”/I open my eyes to my negative black and white world, my head suddenly pounding at the suddenness of it all. Rubbing my eyes, I breathe out
Ruin The rain pounds on the cabin roof as I return with bags of groceries. I can’t shake the unease gnawing at me, a feeling that something is off. But as I step inside, my eyes immediately lock onto Chloe Jane, sitting on the couch, her posture tense. “Chloe Jane,” I call out, my voice laced with concern. She startles, as if lost in her thoughts, then looks at me with eyes that betray a mix of confusion and distress. “What’s wrong, dove?” I ask, setting the groceries down in the kitchen and hurrying to her side. She bites her bottom lip, a telltale sign that something is on her mind and when she starts to fiddle with the hem of her dress, I can tell it’s major. Not to mention the stress I can feel from her mark on my nape. I take her hand in mine and draw my other hand to her chin to turn her head. She peers up at me with those unseeing eyes, then her voice cuts through the sound of the rain pattering against the windows. “Halo has been talking to me,” she starts as I caress the
Chloe JaneI don’t know what’s going on, but Ruin and I have been on the road with his pack members following us and him not saying a word. I know I should ask what’s wrong, but I can feel that he’s angry.Not at me, but at the situation.Saying I understand what’s going on is a lie; I don’t understand a damn thing. First Halo’s revelations, then Ruin telling me I was weaving threads in my sleep, now this. My head hurts so much just thinking about everything that has happened in the past twenty-four hours. “I’m sorry, dove,” Ruin’s voice cuts through my thoughts and my head snaps towards him. “I didn’t expect any of this to happen and now I’m being silent like the fucking cunt I am. I’m sorry.”I reach out and place my hand on his leg, giving it a gentle squeeze. “Will you please tell me what’s going on? Why was your Alpha so rattled?”He chuckles low. “Well, let’s just say Ryker isn’t used to someone knowing more than him since he’s in possession of the First Sight,” he explains. “B
Ruin“Over my dead fucking body will that cunt take her,” I growl, digging my nails into the arm rest. “He’ll have to get through me first.”Out of all the fucking things I thought her cunt of a father was capable of, this was not one of it. Selling his own daughter and wife? What the fuck?“W-what was that Alpha going to give my father in exchange for us?” Chloe Jane asks with a death grip on my hand. “Do you know what we were worth to him?”Ryker looks at me and I nod, but I know this is going to be hard for her to hear. “He was going to aim bigger than the spot of a Sovereign. White House bigger,” he says.I turn to Chloe Jane to see her reaction, noting her clenched jaw and the tears welling in her eyes that she quickly wipes away. “I see. That sounds like my father,” she says with a sad scoff. “What about Kim? She’s Mason’s mate?”“The real Alpha Mason’s mate, yes. The person parading with his face right now is someone Helseth sent over,” Ryker says, dropping more bombs on her. I
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
Chloe JaneAs I drift into sleep, the familiar pull of visions tugs at my consciousness, drawing me into the fabric of fates that I am bound to weave. Tonight, it’s Tenebris –Caleb– whose thread glimmers in the forefront of my mind's eye.The vision unfolds, a silent movie playing out in the theater of my dreams. I see Caleb, his expression softer than I’ve ever witnessed in waking life. Opposite him stands a woman, her features sharp and delicate, like a piece of beautifully crafted glass.Somehow, I know her name is Leianna.She is unlike anyone I’ve ever seen, her grace and beauty shining even through the dream. Dark hair, bright blue eyes and just radiating happiness. They’re in a secluded place, surrounded by the tranquility of nature. It’s serene, almost idyllic, and I can feel the gentle thrum of connection that exists between them.She communicates with him through sign language, her hands moving with a fluidity that speaks of long practice. The connection between them is palp
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