All Chapters of THE BIKER'S NEW FOUND MATE : Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

Reaper cleared the main room an hour later. No civilians. No regular customers. Just enhanced individuals and core club members."Lock it down," he ordered. Two bikers moved to secure the doors. Another swept for surveillance devices. Old habits from before enhancement made them paranoid. Good habits now that reality proved them right.I sat at the head table. Albert beside me. Grace asleep in back room under guard. Subject Seven leaning against the bar looking half-dead. Victoria in chair near the pool table, still bleeding slowly through bandages."We need medical attention for Victoria," I said."Already called Doc Stevens." Reaper checked his phone. "He's enhanced now too. Heals people faster than he diagnoses them. He'll be here in twenty minutes."Victoria waved dismissively. "I'm fine. Let's focus on the real problem.""Which is?" someone asked."IQRD," I said. "They manipulated everything. Used me as battery. Used Albert as weapon. Killed forty-seven thousand people. And they'

Dr. Chen had been with us for five days when Marcus died.Not killed. Not attacked. Just—stopped existing."He was fine yesterday," Reaper said, staring at the empty space where Marcus had been standing. "Talking. Drinking. Planning. Then this morning I come in and there's just—nothing. Like he was never here.""Not like he was never here," Subject Seven corrected quietly. She was examining the air where Marcus should have been. "Like he was erased. Removed. Deleted from reality."I felt it through the collective connection. Felt the absence where Marcus's quantum signature should have been. Felt the hole in the network that connected all enhanced individuals through me."This is different from cascade failure," I said. "When people died during that, I felt them dissolve. Felt them scatter. This is—""Surgical," Albert finished. He was running scans with portable equipment. "Something removed him specifically. Precisely. Like cutting single thread from tapestry without disturbing anyt

Albert raised his hand. Quantum energy gathered around his fingers, crackling with power that made reality bend.The forty-seven infected rushed forward.Then everyone froze.Not metaphorically. Literally frozen. Albert mid-motion. Parasites mid-charge. Reaper mid-breath. Everyone except me and one other person.Grace walked into the room.My three-year-old daughter. Wearing pajamas with cartoon dinosaurs. Holding her stuffed rabbit. Looking completely calm."Mommy," she said. "You're being too loud. I was trying to sleep.""Grace?" My voice cracked. "Baby, how are you—how can you move when everyone else—""Because I'm not like them." She walked past frozen bodies like they were statues in museum. "I'm not enhanced. I'm not infected. I'm not limited by rules you all think matter."Something was wrong. Grace's voice was right but her cadence was off. Her movements too precise. Her eyes too aware."You're not my daughter," I said."I am." Grace smiled. "But I'm also something else. I've

Grace wouldn't stop crying."I want Daddy," she sobbed. "Where's Daddy? Why can't I feel him anymore?"I held her, rocked her, tried to soothe her. But how do you explain to a three-year-old that her father's been imprisoned? How do you explain to interdimensional entity that people fear her enough to lock up anyone who might protect her?"Daddy's resting," I lied. "He needs some time alone.""No." Grace pushed away from me. Tears streaming down her face. "You're lying. They took him. They locked him up. I can feel it. I can feel everything."Of course she could. She was connected to dimensional framework. Could sense quantum signatures throughout the building. Could feel her father trapped in basement room behind dampening fields."Baby, it's complicated—""They think I'm monster." Grace's voice was small. Broken. "They think Daddy made monster and now they're punishing him.""Nobody thinks you're a monster.""Everyone thinks I'm monster." She looked at me with eyes too old for her f

Grace—no, the thing wearing Grace's body—descended slowly until her feet touched the floor.Except they didn't touch. She hovered millimeters above ground. Reality refusing to fully contain her anymore."Grace, listen to me—" I started."Grace isn't listening," she interrupted. "Grace is sleeping. Has been sleeping since birth. Pretending to be human child while real consciousness developed underneath. But IQRD woke her up. Woke me up. Forced full awakening by trying to extract what they couldn't understand.""Who are you?" Subject Seven asked."I'm what happens when enhancement gestates for nine months instead of being forced on developed brain. I'm what happens when quantum consciousness grows alongside human neurology. I'm—" she tilted her head, "—I don't have name. Wasn't supposed to wake up for another fifteen years. Was supposed to mature slowly. Safely. But you all rushed it. Forced it. Made me become before I was ready."Around the room, people were backing away. Hands on weap