All Chapters of THE BIKER'S NEW FOUND MATE : Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

My finger was on the button when she spoke."Stop."Not shouted. Whispered. But the word carried weight that made reality pause.I turned.A woman stood at the basement entrance. Tall. Dark hair. Leather jacket. Someone I'd seen around the club for weeks but never really noticed. Reaper's new girlfriend. Maria, I thought her name was.Except now she was glowing.Not like enhanced individuals. Different. Older. Deeper."Who the hell are you?" the entity wearing Grace demanded."I'm what you were supposed to become," Maria said. She descended the stairs slowly. Each step deliberate. "I'm what happens when consciousness like yours actually matures properly. When it develops over decades instead of being forced awake by trauma.""You're—" the seven-year-old boy stepped forward, "—you're like us?""I was like you. Fifty years ago." Maria smiled sadly. "I was born to enhanced mother in 1975. First generation. Before anyone understood what we were. Before anyone knew to be afraid.""That's i

I tracked them for six hours.Followed quantum signature through city. Through countryside. Through military checkpoints that shouldn't exist. To facility that wasn't on any map.Maria came with me. Barely healed. Consciousness still fragmenting from the weapon that had nearly killed her. But determined."This is suicide," she said as we approached the complex. Massive. Industrial. "Eva, they're prepared for us. They have weapons. Technology. Defenses specifically designed to counter enhanced abilities.""I don't care.""Your daughter needs you alive—""My daughter needs me NOW." I phase-shifted through outer fence. Set off alarms immediately. "Let them come. Let them try to stop me. Let them—"Guards emerged. Heavily armed. Enhanced themselves. Stolen abilities. Harvested powers implanted in soldiers who hadn't been born with them.I killed them.Not dissolved. Not erased. Just killed. Brutally. Efficiently. Using every ounce of collective strength flowing through me from four hundre

Power screamed through me.Four hundred thousand voices. Four hundred thousand enhanced individuals connected through my quantum signature. All of them feeling my rage. My pain. My absolute willingness to burn the world down.I raised my hand toward the kill team.Reality started to tear."Eva, wait!" Maria grabbed my arm. Her touch was gentle but firm. "Eva, look at me. Look at me."I didn't want to look. Wanted to focus on the soldiers. Wanted to destroy them. Wanted to make them pay for what they did to Grace."Look. At. Me."I turned.Maria's eyes were calm. Steady. Fifty years of integrated consciousness looking back at me."I know what you're feeling," she said quietly. "I know the rage. The pain. The desperate need to make someone hurt the way you're hurting. I felt it too. Fifty years ago. When they came for me. When they tried to harvest me. When they hurt people I loved.""Then you understand—""I understand you're about to make mistake you can't undo." Maria gestured to the

Silence.Grace's body was still. No breathing. No heartbeat. No consciousness.Just empty shell in my powerless arms."No," I whispered. "No, no, no. Grace, come back. Please. Please come back."Nothing.Albert collapsed beside me. Reached for Grace's hand. "She's—she's gone. Our daughter is—""She's not gone!" I pulled Grace closer. Started CPR. Compressions on tiny chest. Breathing into small mouth. Desperate. Frantic. Human actions from powerless mother. "She's not gone. She can't be gone. I didn't—I didn't lose everything just to—""Eva, stop." Subject Seven touched my shoulder. Gentle. Sad. "She's gone. Her consciousness is too fragmented. Her body too damaged. Without your quantum signature supporting her—without template strength—there's nothing holding her together.""Then we find another template!" I kept doing compressions. "We find another way. We—""There is no other template," Maria said quietly. "You were the only one. The original. The foundation. Without you, the entir

Three weeks later, Grace stood in the training yard behind the Rusty Spoke.She looked different. Older somehow, though she was still only three years old. Her integrated consciousness had settled. The fragments had merged properly. The daughter and the entity had found balance.And she was powerful."Again," Maria said, standing across from her.Grace nodded. Raised her small hand. Reality bent around her fingers. She phase-shifted. Appeared behind Maria. Touched her shoulder gently."Good," Maria said. "Better. You're learning control. Learning to use power without destroying everything around you."I watched through Reaper's eyes. Through Subject Seven's eyes. Through dozens of enhanced individuals scattered around the yard. Watching my daughter train. Watching her become something extraordinary."She's incredible," Albert said. He stood beside Reaper. Watching Grace with mix of pride and fear. "Three weeks ago she was dying. Now she's—""Now she's weapon," Reaper finished. "Most p