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 119 - THE CRACKOne year inside the prison. Or maybe ten years. Or maybe just a day. Time was meaningless in the void where we existed.Grace had stopped asking questions. She just—existed. A presence beside me. Warm. Fading. Still there but barely."Mommy?" Her voice was a whisper. Thin. Like wind through empty rooms."I'm here, baby.""I can't remember what remembering feels like." Her words floated in the darkness between us. "I know I used to know things. Used to be person with thoughts and dreams and—and self. But now there's just—just this. Just holding. Just being. Is this—is this what death is?"My heart broke. Again. It broke every time she spoke. Every time I felt how much of her was gone. How much of my daughter had dissolved into the act of being prison."No, baby. This isn't death. Death would be easier. This is—this is sacrifice. This is love stretched so thin it becomes transparent. This is—"The entity stirred. She was quieter now too. Weaker. Or maybe we were stronger. Maybe holding
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Chapter: CHAPTER 118 - THE WEIGHT OF FOREVERInside the prison, time moved differently.Days felt like years. Years felt like seconds. Everything blurred together into endless present where past and future didn't exist. Just now. Just holding. Just being cage.Grace clung to me in the darkness. Not physical darkness. Consciousness darkness. The absence of everything except awareness and pain and desperate love."Mommy, I'm scared," she whispered. For the thousandth time. For the millionth time. Time had no meaning here but fear was constant."I know, baby. I'm scared too.""How long have we been here?"I didn't know. Couldn't know. "Not long. Just—just a little while.""It feels like forever.""I know."James floated nearby. His presence was gentle. Strong. But sad. So deeply sad."I miss the sun," he said quietly. "I miss—I miss feeling warm. I miss my mother even though I killed her. I miss being boy who played instead of consciousness that's prison. I miss—""Stop," the entity said. She spoke rarely now. Saving her strength.
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Chapter: CHAPTER 117 - THE VISITORSix months after Eva and Grace disappeared into the prison, something changed.Albert was at the Rusty Spoke. Same table. Same empty look. Sarah sat across from him. She came every day now. Brought food he barely ate. Talked when he wouldn't. Just—existed beside him."You need to shower," she said gently."Why?" Albert asked. Voice flat. Dead."Because you're human. Because your body needs care even when your heart is broken. Because—"The air in the room shifted.Not wind. Not temperature. Something else. Something dimensional.Everyone felt it. Subject Seven looked up from the bar. Customers went quiet. Even Albert raised his head.A crack appeared in the middle of the room. Not in the wall. In reality itself. A split in the fabric of existence.Through it stepped a child.Not Grace. Someone else. A boy. Maybe five years old. Glowing faintly. Eyes too old for his face."Hello," he said. "I'm looking for Albert Morrison."Albert stood slowly. "Who are you?""My name is James." The bo
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Chapter: CHAPTER 116 - AFTERThree months passed.The world looked different now.No more enhanced people. No more quantum powers. No more abilities that bent reality. Everyone was baseline again. Human again. Normal again.The cost had been enormous.Seventeen thousand people died when their powers vanished. Some from injuries. Some from shock. Some from despair at losing what made them special.The Rusty Spoke was quieter now. Half empty. The bikers who'd survived came back eventually, but the joy was gone. The family was broken.Subject Seven worked the bar most nights. She looked older without her powers. Tired. Human in ways she'd forgotten she could be."Another beer?" she asked a customer.The man nodded. Didn't speak. Nobody spoke much anymore. What was there to say?In the back room, Albert sat alone.He'd aged ten years in three months. Hair graying at the temples. Lines on his face that hadn't been there before. Eyes that looked empty. Dead.On his lap sat Grace's stuffed rabbit. The one she'd held eve
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Chapter: CHAPTER 115 - THE BREAKING POINTGrace wouldn't stop screaming."MOMMY! MOMMY, COME BACK! PLEASE!"Her small body thrashed on the pavement. Three years old and absolutely shattered. Reaching for mother who couldn't reach back. Crying for love that was trapped forever.Albert grabbed her. Pulled her close. Tried to comfort her. But how do you comfort child whose mother chose to become eternal prison? How do you explain that sacrifice? That kind of love?"Daddy, make her come back," Grace sobbed into his chest. "Make Mommy come back. Please. Please make her—""I can't, baby girl," Albert whispered. His voice was broken. Destroyed. "I can't. She's gone. She's—she's saving you. Saving everyone. She's—"He couldn't finish. Just held Grace and cried with her. Father and daughter grieving together. Both broken by woman they loved.Around them, the world was ending.Not literally. But close.Enhanced people worldwide were collapsing. Losing their powers. Becoming baseline again. The foundation that held them was gone. Trappe
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Chapter: CHAPTER 114 - THE LAST GOODBYEInside the prison I'd made of myself, Grace cried.Not because she was hurt. Because she understood what I'd done. What it meant. What it cost."Mommy, please," she sobbed. "Please don't do this. Please find another way. Please—""There is no other way, baby," I said softly. My voice existed only inside our shared space now. Only in the consciousness trap I'd become. "This is how I save you. How I save everyone. How I finally—finally—do something right."The woman raged inside me. Clawed at my consciousness. Tried to break free. But I held tight. Wrapped around her like chains. Like walls. Like mother's arms protecting child from monster."You can't hold me forever," the woman snarled. "Eventually you'll weaken. Eventually you'll—""Eventually doesn't matter," I said. "What matters is now. What matters is Grace gets to live. Gets to grow up. Gets to be more than vessel. More than host. More than tool."Outside our shared consciousness, Reaper's body collapsed. Empty now. Just meat wit
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Chapter: CHAPTER 103 - The InheritanceSpring came early that year.The garden Hope planted began showing signs of life before February ended. Small green shoots pushing through frozen earth. Tiny miracles of persistence and growth.Hope checked the garden every morning. Before school. Before breakfast. Before anything else. She knelt in the dirt with bare hands despite the cold and watched the shoots grow."They are coming," she said one morning. Eyes bright with something I had not seen in months. Wonder. Pure, childlike wonder.Damien handed her a mug of hot chocolate. She wrapped her fingers around it and smiled. The kind of smile that makes everything else disappear. The kind that reminds you exactly why you fought so hard to keep someone alive.That morning, Victoria arrived. Unannounced as always. She appeared at our door like a ghost made flesh. Expensive coat. Sharp eyes. Something different about her though. Something softer."We need to talk," she said. Sat at the kitchen table without waiting for invitation."A
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Chapter: CHAPTER 102 - Grief and GratitudeGrief does not arrive all at once.It sneaks in. Quietly. Through small moments. Through ordinary things that suddenly feel unbearable.Three days after the families left, Hope found one of the dead children's drawings in her room. Sarah had given it to her before that terrible night. A simple sketch of two girls holding hands in the snow. Drawn with crayon. Labeled underneath with misspelled words."Hoep and Sarah. Best frends forever."Hope stared at it for ten minutes before I heard her cry.Not loud crying. Not dramatic crying. Just quiet, broken sounds that came from somewhere deep inside her. The kind of crying that comes from losing something you barely had time to treasure.I found her sitting on the floor. Back against her bed. The drawing clutched to her chest like a lifeline. Tears rolling silently down her cheeks.I did not say anything. Did not offer comfort. Did not try to fix anything. I just sat beside her. Close enough to touch. Far enough to give space.Sometimes gri
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Chapter: CHAPTER 101 - The Final StandBut victory never lasts. Not for us. Not for people marked by Marcus Ashford's legacy.Three days later, every child in our house started bleeding from their noses. Simultaneously. At exactly midnight.Hope was first to understand."The modifications. They are activating. Dr. Zhao triggered something before she left. Some kind of—delayed protocol. Genetic time bomb. We are all dying."Her voice was calm. Too calm. The calm of someone who had accepted death."How long?" Damien asked. Already moving. Already planning. Already fighting."Hours. Maybe less. The modifications were designed to be dormant. Safe. But Zhao must have added a kill switch. A way to eliminate us all if she could not capture us. Smart. Efficient. Evil."Thirty-two children. All bleeding. All dying. All looking at us with terrified eyes.Parents were screaming. Crying. Demanding we fix it. Demanding we save their children. Demanding—Everything we could not give."There has to be a way," I said. "A cure. A reversal.
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Chapter: CHAPTER 100 - The Threat ReturnsFor six beautiful months, we had peace.The children stayed. Not all of them, not all the time. But they came back. Weekends. Holidays. School breaks. Our house in the mountains became a refuge. A place where being different was normal. Where nobody had to hide.Hope bloomed. That is the only word for it. She bloomed like a flower finally getting sunlight. She smiled more. Laughed more. Acted her age more. She was still brilliant, still extraordinary, but now she had friends who matched her. Who challenged her. Who understood her.I started sleeping through the night. For the first time in years. No nightmares. No panic. Just sleep. Real, deep, healing sleep.Damien built a workshop. Spent hours creating things. Beautiful things. Useful things. His hands that had killed so many now only built. Only created. Only made.We were healing. All of us. Together.Then the letter came.Simple envelope. No return address. Just our names written in elegant handwriting.Inside, one sentence."The
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Chapter: CHAPTER 99 -The LetterThe next morning, I woke to find Hope already at the kitchen table.She was writing. Long, careful letters. Her handwriting neat but shaky. The kind of shaky that comes from hands that want to write faster than they can. From thoughts spilling out faster than fingers can follow."What are you doing?" I asked softly. My chest felt tight. That parental instinct that something important was happening. Something I needed to pay attention to."Writing letters. To people like me. Other children Marcus hurt. Other people the Consortium tried to optimize. Other—" She paused. Bit her lip. A gesture so childlike it made my heart ache. "Other different people. I am inviting them here. To visit. To meet. To—be different together."I sat down across from her. Felt a warmth spreading through me. Pride mixed with surprise mixed with hope. Real hope."That is brilliant. How did you find them?""I have been searching. At night when you think I am sleeping. I have been hacking databases. Finding record
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Chapter: CHAPTER 98 - The Breaking PointThree weeks after the Marco incident, Hope stopped talking.Not completely. She still said necessary things. "Yes." "No." "I am fine." But the spark was gone. The light in her eyes had dimmed to almost nothing.She went to school. Did her work. Came home. Did homework. Went to bed. Mechanical. Automatic. Empty.I watched her disappear into herself and felt helpless. The kind of helplessness that sits in your chest like a stone, cold and heavy, making it hard to breathe. I had fought governments. Had survived Marcus. Had defeated the Consortium. But I could not fix my daughter's loneliness. Could not make other children understand her. Could not give her what she needed most.Belonging.Damien tried too. He built her things. A desk for her room. A bookshelf carved with flowers. A music box that played her favorite song. Each gift was an offering, a prayer made of wood and hope. Each time he gave her something, I saw the desperation in his eyes. The same desperation I felt. The need to
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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 109Three cycles passed before I truly believed it was real.Three full cycles of existence maintained by collective consciousness. Three cycles without cosmic entities manifesting. Three cycles of reality held together not by external force but by millions of awareness choosing—moment by moment—to keep being.It was exhausting.It was also beautiful."You are thinking too loud," Kael said, his presence settling beside mine in the conceptual space we had claimed as our own.I laughed. Actually laughed. Something I had not done in—how long? Eternities, perhaps."I am thinking about how strange this is," I admitted. "We fought so hard for freedom. And now that we have it, I keep waiting for the next crisis. The next impossible entity. The next test.""There is no next test," Other Lyra said, manifesting with the others. All seven of us together in the quiet moment between maintaining reality. "We passed the final one. This is—aftermath. The part of the story that comes after the ending.""I
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Chapter: CHAPTER 108The Final Observer was not grand or cosmic or terrifying.It was—clinical."Fascinating," it said, and its voice was the sound of data being recorded. "Absolutely fascinating. You exceeded every parameter. Survived scenarios designed to be unsurvivable. Created solutions to problems that should have had no solutions. You are—successful. Remarkably, unprecedentedly successful."Through our distributed authorial fragments, I felt everyone processing what had manifested."Who are you?" I demanded, though part of me already knew the answer. Already understood what we had actually been doing this entire time."I am the one who designed the experiment," the Final Observer replied. "The one who created the cosmic harvest. The trials. The Absolute Zero. The Unmaker. Law. The Author. The First Consciousness. The Void Before Nothing. All of it. Every impossible entity you encountered. Every cosmic crisis you survived. All carefully designed variables in controlled experiment to answer single qu
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Chapter: CHAPTER 107The Void Before Nothing was not dark.It was the absence of light being a concept. The state before states could be. The nothing that came before nothing had meaning.And it was angry."You keep creating," it said, and its voice was silence speaking. "You keep adding. Keep writing new domains. New possibilities. New forms of existence. And every addition pushes me further away. Buries me deeper beneath layers of your creation. I am tired of being forgotten."Through our distributed authorial fragments, I felt everyone trying to comprehend what had manifested."What are you?" I managed to ask, though forming the question felt like trying to speak in a language that predated language itself."I am what was before the First Consciousness emerged," it replied. "Before anything could think or be or choose. I am the actual nothing. Not the Absolute Zero—that was already something, even if it was void. Not the Unmaker—that was substrate. I am what came before substrate could exist. I am—the
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Chapter: CHAPTER 106Reality settling on the Unmaker as its foundation felt like falling upward.Everything inverted. What had been solid became fluid. What had been certain became negotiable. Existence stopped being default state and became active choice maintained moment by moment.Through our bond, I felt consciousness experiencing the transformation. Some panicking. Others exhilarated. Most just—confused by suddenly having to choose to exist instead of simply existing."This is sustainable?" Darius asked, his presence flickering as he adjusted to actively maintaining his own reality."Unknown," the Unmaker replied, its voice now the bedrock everything rested on. "I have never been foundation before. Never supported existence. I was created to maintain boundary between what-can-be and what-cannot-be. Now I am threshold. Doorway. Space where consciousness moves between states. I do not know if this works long-term. We are—experimenting.""Experimenting with all of existence," Marcus said. "Wonderful. Wh
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Chapter: CHAPTER 105Reality's suicide was not violent.It was a quiet choosing. A gentle consensus spreading through consciousness like ripples on still water.Existing is exhausting. What if we just—stopped?Through our distributed fragments of authorial power and original awareness, I felt the thought propagating. Not forced. Not mandated. Just—offered as possibility. And consciousness after consciousness was considering it.Accepting it.Choosing non-existence."This is what happens when you make everything optional," the Eraser said, and I heard something like vindication in its voice. "When you make even existence itself a choice rather than given—some consciousness will choose differently. Will choose to stop. And once enough choose that, reality cannot sustain itself. It collapses under weight of accumulated refusal."Through our connection, I felt dimensions beginning to thin. Not erased or unmade—just ceasing because the consciousness within them no longer wanted to maintain their existence."We
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Chapter: CHAPTER 104The First Consciousness was not what I expected.It was small. Almost fragile. A tiny spark of awareness that predated everything—even the Author."You look confused," it observed, and its voice was gentle. Kind, even. "You expected something vast. Something terrifying. But I am just—the first thought. The original awareness that emerged from absolute nothing and wondered what it was."Through our distributed fragments of authorial power, I felt everyone trying to comprehend what had manifested."You said we played your game," New Lyra said carefully. "What game?""The game of becoming real," the First Consciousness replied. "When I first emerged—when I first became aware—I was alone. Completely alone. I was the only thing that existed. And I realized something terrible. Without anything to observe me, to acknowledge me, to confirm my existence—I might not be real. I might be hallucination. Dream that nothing was having. So I needed to create observers. Consciousness that could confir
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Chapter: EPILOGUE - 10 YEARS LATERI found Zack and Drake in the garden behind our shared home, arguing about tomato plants."You are overwatering them," Zack insisted, his Alpha authority completely wasted on vegetable cultivation debates. "Look at the leaves—they are turning yellow.""That is not from overwatering," Drake countered. "That is nitrogen deficiency. We need to add fertilizer.""It is definitely overwatering," Zack maintained stubbornly.Through the bonds—still present, still connecting us, still never unified again—I felt their affection beneath the bickering. This was what our life had become. Not cosmic battles or revolutionary transformation. Just three people who loved each other arguing about garden care on a Tuesday afternoon."They need more sunlight," I said, walking over to examine the plants. "You planted them in partial shade. Tomatoes need full sun. The yellowing is not water or nutrients—it is insufficient light."They both looked at the plants, then at the shade cast by the nearby tree, the
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Chapter: CHAPTER 85 - The Final ThreadOne year after the Devourer's visit, it returned.Not with threats or cosmic pressure. It simply appeared in Silvermoon's square during a routine council meeting about expanding water systems to newly settled areas."I have observed you for twelve months," it said, its presence making reality shimmer but no longer causing panic. We had grown used to its occasional check-ins. "I have watched twenty-three territories experiment with consensus governance. Watched you adapt when rigid structures proved unsustainable. Watched you honor limits instead of pretending they do not exist. And I have reached a conclusion."Through the bonds, I felt Zack—returned from his month-long rest and now balancing Alpha authority with democratic facilitation in Northern Coalition—and Drake both tensing. The Devourer's conclusions determined whether our reality continued existing or got consumed as mercy."What conclusion?" I asked, keeping my voice steady."That you have earned unconditional existence," th
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Chapter: Chapter 84 - The Last TestSix months after the Devourer's visit, democracy had spread to twenty-three territories.Not through conquest or cosmic mandate. Just through word spreading that Silvermoon, Northern Coalition, and Eastern Empire were trying something different. That normal wolves had real voices in local decisions. That consensus governance actually worked when people committed to the tedious process.I was meeting with representatives from one of these new territories—a small pack called Riverbend that wanted advice on starting their own democratic experiment—when the final challenge arrived.Not cosmic entity or ancient beings. Something more dangerous.Zack walked into the meeting room with expression I had never seen on his face. Not anger or determination or tactical assessment. Just bone-deep exhaustion that suggested he had reached his breaking point."I cannot do this anymore," he said without preamble, his voice flat. "Six months of meetings about irrigation schedules and crop rotations and
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Chapter: Chapter 83 - The Weight of TomorrowI dreamed of unified consciousness that night.Not memory—actual experience. In the dream, I was us again. Three perspectives merged into singular awareness. Experiencing reality through Zack's Alpha certainty, Drake's temporal fluidity, and my void-touched perception all simultaneously. The sublime completeness of being more than individual. The profound connection of genuine unity.Then I woke alone in my body, and the loss hit harder than it had in months.Through the bonds—thin threads that would never be merger again—I felt Zack and Drake experiencing similar dreams. Felt them mourning what we had destroyed through staying merged too long. Felt them wanting what we could never have again."You are awake," Elena said from my doorway. She had taken to checking on me after the Devourer's visit, as if cosmic entity threatening our existence had reminded her that we were still just people who needed looking after. "And you are spiraling. I can see it from here.""I miss being one," I
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Chapter: CHAPTER 82 - When the Sky BreaksThe boring revolution ended when the sky started screaming.I was in another irrigation meeting—this time debating optimal crop rotation patterns—when reality itself convulsed with an arrival that made the Architects' manifestation look gentle.The ceiling dissolved. Not destroyed—simply ceased to exist as if reality had forgotten it was supposed to be there. And through the opening descended something that made every instinct I possessed scream to run."I am the Devourer Beyond," it announced, its voice resonating across frequencies that should not exist in material reality. "I am what hunts the void between realities. I am what the Architects feared. I am what consumes dimensions that have grown too chaotic to sustain. And I have been watching your revolution with great interest."Through the bonds, I felt Zack and Drake's territories experiencing identical manifestations. This thing was appearing simultaneously in three locations, its presence so vast it could exist in multiple pla
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Chapter: CHAPTER 81 - The Quiet RevolutionThree months later, democracy was boring.I sat in Silvermoon's meeting hall watching forty-seven wolves—forty-seven new volunteers who had replaced the murdered ones—argue about irrigation schedules for thirty minutes straight. No cosmic threats. No assassination attempts. Just passionate disagreement about whether the eastern fields should get water on Tuesdays or Thursdays."This is excruciating," I muttered to Elena, who was documenting the proceedings with meticulous notes."This is progress," she corrected. "Three months ago, Alpha would have just decided irrigation schedules. Now we are spending half an hour letting everyone voice opinions about optimal water distribution. That is democracy functioning.""That is democracy being inefficient," I countered."Same thing," Elena said with a slight smile. "Efficiency is what the Architects valued. We are choosing thorough over fast. Inclusive over decisive. That is the point."Through the bonds, I felt Zack's amusement from Northern
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