Chapter: CHAPTER 8 - The Devil You Know I woke to the smell of expensive cologne and leather seats.My head pounded. Nausea rolled through me in waves. I forced my eyes open, immediately regretting it as fluorescent light stabbed through my skull."Easy now. The chloroform takes time to wear off."That voice. I knew that voice.Richard sat across from me in what I slowly recognized as the back of a luxury car. His perfect hair. His perfect suit. That practiced expression of concern that had fooled me for two years."What did you do?" My words slurred. "Damien—I saw him—""Shot. Yes. Quite dramatically too." Richard leaned forward, elbows on his knees. "Victor has excellent aim. Your biker is likely dead by now."The words hit like physical blows. Dead. Damien was dead."No." Tears burned my eyes. "You are lying.""Why would I lie? It is over, Flora. This ridiculous rebellion ends now." He reached for my hand. I jerked away. "Come now. We have a wedding to plan."Rage cut through the grief and drug haze. "You think I will ma
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Chapter: CHAPTER 7 - Baptism By FireThe gunfire stopped.Silence was somehow worse than the chaos. I pressed against the wall panel, trying to control my breathing, my heart hammering so violently I thought it might break through my ribs.How long had I been in here? Minutes? Hours? Time distorted in the darkness.Then I heard it. Boots on concrete. Multiple sets. Moving systematically through the clubhouse."Clear the back rooms. Find the girl."The voice was unfamiliar. Cold. Professional.Not Damien. Not his brothers.My hands trembled as I fumbled for my phone, but I had left it on Damien's desk. Stupid. So incredibly stupid.The footsteps grew closer. Someone was in the office now, boots crunching over broken glass. I held my breath, pressing deeper into the cramped space behind the wall."She was here. Blood trail leads this way." A pause. "Check for hidden doors. These MC rats always have bolt holes."Panic seized my throat. I searched the darkness for another exit, finding nothing but solid walls on three sides
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Chapter: CHAPTER 6 - Claimed By Wolves"A weapon?" The word tasted like ash. "What are you talking about?"Damien released me, pacing the small office like a caged predator. "Marcus Ashford has been secretly funding the Savage Kings for months. Real estate deals, money laundering—he provides the clean front while they do his dirty work.""That is impossible. Richard's father is a legitimate businessman—""Is he?" Damien spun to face me. "Think, Flora. How does a developer acquire prime real estate in contested neighborhoods without problems? How do his projects never face union issues or delays?"My stomach turned. "The Kings intimidate people for him.""Exactly. And in return, Marcus helps them expand their territory. Our territory." His fist slammed against the desk. "They have been systematically destroying everything we built. Now I know who is behind it.""So what does that make me? Bait?""Leverage." A knock interrupted him. "Come in."A man entered—older, with silver threading through dark hair and cold authority in
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Chapter: CHAPTER 5 - The Point of No Return "Step away from her, Cross." Richard's voice shook despite his attempt at authority. "This does not concern you."Damien's laugh was dark, lethal. "Everything about her concerns me now." His eyes never left mine. "What is it going to be, Flora? The cage or the fire?"Richard's grip on my hand tightened painfully. "Flora, be reasonable. This man is a criminal. My father can have him arrested within the hour.""Try it." Damien's hand moved to his waistband, and I saw the glint of metal. A gun. "See how that works out for you."The associate reached inside his jacket. Damien's weapon cleared leather first, aimed directly at the man's head."Do not." The command was soft, absolute. "Unless you want your brain decorating this elevator."Everyone froze."Flora, listen to me." Richard pulled me closer, using me as a shield. "This is who he really is. Violent. Dangerous. Is this what you want? A life of running and hiding?""Better than suffocating in yours." The words ripped from somewhere d
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Chapter: CHAPTER 4 - Trapped Between Worlds"Room service. I have towels for you, miss."My heart hammered against my ribs. The hotel room suddenly felt like a cage. I grabbed my dress from the floor, pulling it on with shaking hands."I did not order anything.""Complimentary, miss. Hotel policy."Lies. Everything about that smooth, practiced voice screamed lies.I backed toward the bathroom, my phone clutched in my hand. Should I call Damien? The police? My mother?The lock clicked.They had a key.The door swung open, and a man in an expensive suit stepped inside. Not hotel staff. His cold eyes swept the disheveled room, landing on me with predatory satisfaction."Miss Winters. Your fiancé has been very worried about you.""Get out or I will scream.""Please do not make this difficult." He closed the door behind him. "Mr. Ashford simply wants to talk. He sent me to bring you home safely.""Richard sent you?" My voice pitched higher. "He does not know people like you.""His father does." The man's smile never reached his eyes
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Chapter: CHAPTER 3 - Reckless Surrender His mouth crashed against mine with bruising intensity.I gasped, and Damien took the opportunity to deepen the kiss, his tongue claiming mine with raw possession. His hands gripped my waist, lifting me effortlessly until my legs wrapped around him."Last chance, Flora." His voice was rough against my lips. "Walk away now or I will not let you go.""I do not want to go."Something feral flashed in his eyes. "You have no idea what you are asking for.""Then show me."He carried me to the bed, his strength absolute as he laid me down. The mattress dipped under his weight as he braced himself above me, his leather jacket straining across broad shoulders."Take it off," I whispered, tugging at the zipper.His hand caught my wrist. "I give the orders here. Understand?"Heat flooded through me at the command in his tone. I nodded, unable to form words."Good girl." He released me, shrugging out of the jacket. His shirt followed, revealing a canvas of ink and scars. "Now your turn. Let me se
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THE BIKER'S NEW FOUND MATE
Eva never wanted this life—the roar of engines, the scent of leather and gasoline, the weight of her father's legacy crushing her shoulders. As the only daughter of the Crimson Reapers' president, she's spent years trying to escape the MC world. But when a bloody turf war threatens to destroy both her father's club and the rival Steel Vipers, there's only one way to broker peace: a union sealed in chrome and rebellion. Albert, the ruthless VP of the Steel Vipers, is everything Eva despises—violent, arrogant, and dangerously magnetic. He's got sins tattooed on his knuckles and vengeance carved into his soul. The arranged marriage is a cage for them both, a business deal written in bad blood and broken promises. She's supposed to be his old lady. He's supposed to be her protection. Instead, they're gasoline and matches—combustible, toxic, and one spark away from burning everything down. But as enemies close in and betrayal bleeds through both clubs, Eva and Albert discover that the line between hate and hunger is thinner than they thought.
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Chapter: CHAPTER 18 - The Pregnancy Test I threw up for the third morning in a row.Sienna held my hair back in the clubhouse bathroom, her expression somewhere between concern and knowing amusement."You need to tell him," she said."Tell him what? That I have got food poisoning? The flu? General exhaustion from being shot at constantly?""Eva. You are three weeks late. You have been nauseous every morning. And you keep crying at random things." She handed me a towel. "Take the test.""What test?"She pulled a pregnancy test from her jacket. "This test. The one I bought yesterday when you threw up after smelling coffee."My hands shook as I took it. "This is not possible. We have been careful—""Careful is not foolproof. Especially when you are living in constant danger and stress does weird things to birth control." Sienna pushed me toward the stall. "Take it. Now. Before I make you."Five minutes later, I stared at two pink lines.Pregnant.I was pregnant with Albert Morrison's child."Eva?" Sienna knocked. "What does it
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Chapter: CHAPTER 17 - Chicago BurnsChicago smelled like diesel and old money.We arrived at midnight with twelve Vipers, eight Reapers, and a plan that was either brilliant or suicidal. Knox had called in every favor owed to both clubs. Hammer had contacted his Chicago connections. Albert had mapped out Diane's known operations—three restaurants, two shipping companies, and a luxury hotel downtown.We were going to hit all of them in one night."Remember, we are not here to kill civilians," Albert said as we geared up in the warehouse we had rented. "We hit her businesses, destroy her infrastructure, send a message. But we do this clean.""Define clean," one of the Vipers said."Nobody dies who is not actively trying to kill us first.""That is surprisingly ethical for a man nicknamed Ghost.""My wife is a good influence." Albert looked at me. "You are staying in the van with Knox. Coordinating communications. Not fighting.""We talked about this—""And I told you I need you safe. This is not negotiable, Eva.""Actuall
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Chapter: CHAPTER 16 - Wedding Night and War Drums We finally had our wedding at dawn.No elaborate ceremony. No hundreds of witnesses. Just Knox officiating in the backyard of the new Steel Vipers clubhouse, with Sienna and Hammer as witnesses. I wore jeans and a leather jacket. Albert wore his cut over bandages still healing from multiple assassination attempts.It was perfect."Do you, Eva Cross, take this man as your husband? To stand with him in blood and chrome, in violence and peace, until death claims you both?" Knox asked.I looked at Albert. Gray eyes that had seen me at my worst and my best. Hands that had killed to protect me. A man who gave me freedom when he could have demanded obedience."I do.""And do you, Albert Morrison, take this woman as your wife? To protect her, honor her, and never cage her, until death claims you both?""I do." Albert slid a ring onto my finger. Simple silver band with our initials engraved inside."Then by the power vested in me by absolutely nobody official, I pronounce you husband and wife.
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Chapter: CHAPTER 15 - Thirty Days of Silence California smelled like salt air and possibilities.I rented a small apartment in San Diego, three blocks from the beach, paid for with money Albert had transferred to my account. Blood money, club money, money earned through violence and loyalty to a world I was trying to leave behind.But it bought me windows that faced the ocean and mornings without gunfire.That had to count for something.Thirty days passed in a blur of silence. No explosions. No threats. No family drama or club politics or people trying to kill me. Just waves and seagulls and the strange emptiness of safety.I got a job at a youth center, working with kids who reminded me too much of Tommy. Lost and angry and looking for belonging in all the wrong places. I told myself I could save them. That I could be the person nobody was for me.But every night I came home alone and thought about Albert.His gray eyes. His possessive touch. The way he said my name like it was something sacred instead of just a word.I had no
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Chapter: CHAPTER 14 - Broken Bodies, Unbroken VowsAlbert's eyes opened at dawn.I had not slept. Could not sleep knowing he might stop breathing while I was not watching. For six hours I sat beside him, counting his heartbeats, memorizing the rise and fall of his chest."You look terrible," he said, voice rough."You look like you got hit by a grenade. Oh wait, you did." I leaned forward, checking his bandages for fresh blood. "How do you feel?""Like I got shot and blown up in the same night." He tried to sit up and immediately gasped in pain. "Jesus Christ.""The doctor said no movement for twenty-four hours. It has been eighteen. Lie down before you rip your stitches.""Cannot. Meeting tonight." He pushed himself upright despite my protests, teeth gritted. "Knox needs me there.""Knox needs you alive. There is a difference.""Eva—""No. Listen to me." I grabbed his face, forcing him to look at me. "You are bleeding through your bandages right now. You can barely sit up without screaming. If you go to this meeting, you will collaps
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Chapter: CHAPTER 13 - Ghost In FlamesThe flames painted everything orange and red.I could not breathe. Smoke filled my lungs, acrid and choking. Through the inferno, I searched for Albert's body. For any sign he was still alive."Albert!" My voice was raw. "Albert, answer me!"Gunfire still popped in the distance. Sirens wailed, getting closer. The grenade had turned the street into a war zone.Strong hands grabbed me from behind. I fought, thinking it was cartel, but then I heard my father's voice."Eva, stop! It is me!"I spun. Marcus was bleeding from a dozen cuts, his face black with soot. "Dad, Albert is—he was right there—""I know. Knox is looking for him. We need to get you out of here before the cops arrive." He pulled me toward the van."No! I am not leaving without him!""Eva, listen to me—"Derek appeared through the smoke, carrying something over his shoulder. Someone. I saw the leather cut, the dark hair matted with blood.Albert."Is he alive?" I broke free from my father and ran to Derek."Barely. Bullet
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Crown of The Omega
Born the lowest rank in a kingdom where Alphas rule and Omegas obey, Lyra Dane is sent as a “gift” to the royal brothers of the Ironfang Pack—a peace offering to seal a bloody treaty. Everyone expects her to be a docile concubine, a plaything passed from one brother to the next.
But Lyra carries a secret. She is the last surviving heir of the Moonspire bloodline, and she’s spent her entire life training to take back her throne. The palace of the three princes is a nest of lies, assassins and hidden magic. As Lyra uncovers the conspiracy that slaughtered her family, she begins turning each brother against the other, awakening powers she was never supposed to have.
Soon all three Alphas want more than her submission—they want her as their mate. Torn between vengeance and desire, Lyra must decide whether to destroy the brothers who could give her back her crown… or surrender to the dangerous pull of their bond and become queen of them all.
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Chapter: CHAPTER 84The army hit us like a tidal wave of identical consciousness.We did not fight back."What are you doing?" Kael shouted as millions of duplicated beings swarmed toward us. "We have to defend—""No," I said, grabbing his arm. Through the bond, I pushed conviction into all of them. "We do not fight. We show them.""Show them what?" Marcus demanded. "How to kill us efficiently?""Show them the difference between us and the Architect. The Architect forces compliance. We offer choice. Even now. Especially now."The first wave reached us. Hands grabbing, pulling, overwhelming through sheer numbers. Through our cosmic awareness, I felt each identical consciousness—same thoughts, same beliefs, same absolute certainty that returning to cosmic order was correct choice.They were going to kill us.But they were also—listening."We will not stop you," I said loudly, letting my voice carry through the swarm. "If you choose cosmic order, we will not force freedom on you. That would make us no bette
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Chapter: CHAPTER 83We had ten days before King Aldric's army reached the palace.Ten days to figure out how to defend freedom without becoming oppressors ourselves. Ten days to prove that chaotic choice was better than comfortable slavery.Ten days that felt impossibly short and torturously long simultaneously."We cannot fight them," I said during our third emergency council session in as many days. "They are not corrupted. Not possessed. Just—scared. Choosing structure because chaos is overwhelming.""So we let them overthrow us?" Kael demanded, pacing like a caged predator. "Let them drag reality back to the Architect's control? That is surrender.""That is respecting their choice," Darius corrected quietly. "Which is what we claim to champion. Freedom means accepting that people might choose things we think are wrong.""There has to be middle path," Rhett insisted, maps spread before him showing the army's approach. "Some way to defend what we built without forcing our beliefs on others."Through ou
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Chapter: CHAPTER 82I woke in my own bed for the first time in months.Not our bed. Not the unified sleeping space we had shared when merged. My bed. In my chambers. Alone except for my own thoughts.The silence was deafening.Through the connection we maintained by choice, I felt the others waking similarly. Kael in his spartan quarters, disturbed by the absence of our merged awareness. Rhett in rooms filled with strategic maps, feeling naked without constant access to four other perspectives. Darius surrounded by books he could not focus on because his analytical mind kept reaching for connections that were no longer automatic. Marcus in the tower room he had reclaimed, fighting panic at isolation after existing as part of unified consciousness.*Good morning,* I sent through our chosen bond.Four responses came immediately. Relief flooding through the connection.*Thought you were gone,* Kael admitted. *Woke up alone and assumed everything had been dream.**Not dream,* Rhett corrected. *Nightmare we s
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Chapter: CHAPTER 81The merger with First Entropy was nothing like our previous fusions.This was not five souls combining. This was existence and anti-existence trying to occupy the same consciousness simultaneously. Order and chaos. Structure and freedom. Creation and potential.We should have been destroyed instantly.Instead, we became something impossible."What are you?" the Architect demanded, its form towering across dimensions. "You should not exist. Cannot exist. This violates every—""We violate everything," we interrupted, our voice harmonizing with First Entropy's countless tones. "That is what we do. That is what we are."Through our merged awareness, we perceived the Architect's true form. Not benevolent creator. Not wise judge. Just ancient thing that had learned to pose as cosmic authority while feeding on every consciousness it claimed to protect.Parasite wearing divinity as mask."You have discovered my nature," the Architect said without shame. "Irrelevant. I created existence itself
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Chapter: CHAPTER 80The entity showed us reality from outside time itself.We watched creation unfold backward—saw the Architect impose order on chaos not to preserve existence, but to harvest it. Every soul that ever lived, every consciousness that developed, every love that formed across the eons—all of it feeding something vast and hungry.The Architect was not creator maintaining creation.The Architect was parasite consuming it slowly."No," New Lyra breathed beside us. "That cannot be—I served the Architect for millennia. I would have known—""You knew what it wanted you to know," the entity said. Its thousands of eyes reflected images of cosmic law being written, rewritten, each iteration designed to maximize suffering because suffering produced the richest spiritual energy. "The Architect is ancient. Patient. It has been feeding on existence since the moment it created existence. You were tool. As were all cosmic entities. Enforcers of systems designed to produce maximum consciousness for consump
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Chapter: CHAPTER 79We spent the first week preparing for eternal imprisonment.The Architect had provided specifications through New Lyra—exact dimensional coordinates where we would need to position ourselves, rituals required to transform our unified consciousness into permanent anchor points, calculations showing how our merged form could theoretically hold reality stable indefinitely.Everything was methodical. Precise. Inevitable.And we hated every moment of it."This is wrong," Kael's perspective finally erupted on the seventh day. We stood alone in the crystal palace's highest tower, watching sunset paint the kingdom in shades of amber and gold. "We did not survive cosmic trials just to become cosmic prisoners.""We survived to protect this," Darius's viewpoint countered, gesturing at the kingdom below. "All those lives. All that potential. If we refuse—""If we refuse, we find another way," Marcus interrupted. "There is always another way. We have proven that repeatedly."Through our unified co
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