Hi, everyone! I'm going to push to upload more than one chapter this weekend as I would like to bring Blind Fate to a close within the next two weeks. Hope you all are still enjoying the book! <3
Chloe JaneI can barely keep track of the days, but according to the scant meals we’ve received, it’s been two. Two days since I spun Ivan a tale about changing his fate, and two days since I last reached out to Deacon, hoping against hope that he’d find us. Sometimes Leianna visits me in my dreamscape, but I can see her hope starting to fade. But something tells me she’s used to the bleakness of life, I can see it with the way her eyes have dimmed. She doesn’t think we’re getting out of here.I want to ask her about her life back home, but I doubt she’d tell me. She grew up in a cult and was worshiped like some Goddess. I can’t possibly imagine what she’s been through, so I won’t pry.My sight has been returning more and for longer periods than before, but that immediately changes when Ivan suddenly bursts into the attic, his presence like a dark cloud billowing through the cramped space. My normal vision fades and Halo’s negative one takes its place.Without a word, he grabs me, h
RuinThe moment Chloe Jane’s knees buckle, everything else fades into irrelevance. I surge forward, my only thought is to catch her before she hits the ground. As my arms wrap around her, a feeling of rightness settles over me, despite the chaos. She’s light in my embrace, too light, and it makes me want to rip that fucker’s heart out again.“I got you, dove,” I whisper, lifting her with ease. The warmth of her against me, something I’ve been aching for since the moment we were torn apart, floods me with relief.Finding this damned place took everything we had. Every lead felt like a dead end, every clue a frustrating riddle. But the moment I caught her peach scent, I knew we were close. With Chloe Jane secure in my arms, I reach out over the mind link to Ryker. /“Ivan is dead. Chloe Jane is safe,”/ I send, the words stark in their simplicity. There’s a beat of silence before Ryker responds, a rush of relief palpable even through the mind link./“Good work. I’ll handle the other fat
Chloe JaneWaking up to the morning light filtering through the curtains is still a novelty I can’t quite get used to. For so long, my world was cloaked in perpetual darkness, and now, each morning is a miracle, a gift that I’m afraid to believe is truly mine. The sight lasts for hours now, painting my world in vibrant colors and shapes, but a part of me remains cautious, reluctant to think it’s back for good.As I sit up in bed, stretching my arms above my head, I turn to find Deacon watching me, a soft smile on his face. “Morning,” I say, still marveling at the fact that I can see his expression, the warmth in his eyes.“Morning, dove,” he replies, his voice laced with a tenderness that makes my heart swell. “How’s the view today?”“Still here,” I answer with a cautious optimism, swinging my legs over the side of the bed to stand up. “I’m scared to get used to it, to be honest. What if it doesn’t last?”Deacon stands, coming over to wrap his arms around me from behind, resting his
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
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