All Chapters of THE BIKER'S NEW FOUND MATE : Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

The explosion wasn't destruction—it was extraction.Reality tore open. A rift in quantum space that pulled me through dimensions before Elena's device could complete its function. Before I could make the choice. Before anyone could react.I tumbled through cascading probabilities. Through spaces between spaces. Through quantum foam that existed beyond normal physics. Emerged in location I didn't recognize—vast chamber that felt ancient despite being constructed from technology centuries ahead of current understanding.And standing in the center was a man I'd never seen. Mid-seventies. White hair. Eyes that held intelligence too vast for human neurology. Wearing simple clothes that somehow commanded more authority than any uniform."Welcome, Eva Morrison," he said. "Or should I say—Generation One Prototype Alpha. I am Marcus Webb. The actual Architect. The one Elena Petrov has been serving for forty-seven years. The one who designed her. Who designed you. Who designed everything you th

I lasted six hours.Six hours of watching news feeds show the seventeen replicas dying. Antarctica facility detected them immediately. Quantum defenses activated. I felt each death through residual connection. Felt seventeen versions of myself dissolving. Screaming. Begging for mercy Marcus never granted.They died buying humanity time. Died believing they were heroes. Died never knowing Marcus had wanted them to attack. Had planned for their sacrifice. Had used their deaths to refine Generation Three protocols by studying how conscience-infected prototypes failed under pressure.Their redemption was his research data. Their sacrifice was his advantage. Their deaths made Generation Three stronger.And I'd stayed home. Playing mother. Playing human. Playing safe while seventeen people died in my place."No more," I said, standing. Grace was asleep. Albert was working in his study. Subject Seven was monitoring quantum feeds. Perfect opportunity to leave. Perfect moment to stop playing s

Three hours after destroying the Preserve, reality started fracturing.Not metaphorically. Actually fracturing. Space-time developing cracks. Quantum foam bubbling into normal reality. Dimensions bleeding into each other in ways that made physics scream.Albert noticed first. "Eva, look at the window. Is that—is reality supposed to do that?"The window showed our street. But also showed seventeen other versions of our street. Overlapping. Phasing in and out. Probabilities that should stay theoretical were becoming solid. Timelines that should stay separate were merging."What did I do?" I whispered.Subject Seven materialized, barely maintaining coherence. "The Preserve wasn't just manipulating humanity. They were maintaining reality. Their distributed consciousness was holding quantum space stable. Preventing dimensional collapse. Preventing—" He flickered. Partially dissolved. Reformed. "—preventing exactly what's happening now."My phone rang. Unknown number. I answered.Static. Th

Seven hours into powering the barrier, I felt something wrong.Not the extraction—that was expected agony. Something else. The quantum signatures I was feeding the barrier weren't sealing dimensional breaches. They were opening new ones."Commander," I gasped through pain. "Check your readings. The QRB—it's not—""It's working perfectly," she said. Not concerned. Satisfied. "Just not the way we told you it would work."Through dimming consciousness, I saw the truth on her monitors. The barrier wasn't sealing breaches. It was creating controlled pathways. Regulated doorways. Managed entrances for Convergence entities to cross into our reality without the chaotic dimensional fracturing."You're letting them in," I whispered. "You're using me to power invasion instead of prevention.""We're managing inevitable. The Preserve failed holding back Convergence for twelve thousand years. They were weakening. Barrier was deteriorating. Dimensional breaches were increasing. Complete collapse was

I opened my eyes.That shouldn't have been possible. I'd been scattered. Dissolved. Ended completely across dimensions where consciousness couldn't exist.But I was breathing. Thinking. Existing."Eva?" Albert's voice, broken and desperate. "Eva, can you hear me?"I tried to speak. Couldn't. Throat wouldn't work. Body felt wrong. Like wearing clothes that didn't fit anymore."She's awake," Subject Seven said. Her voice sounded weak. Distant. "But something's different. Her quantum signature—it's not the same."I forced my eyes to focus. Saw Albert kneeling beside me. Saw tears streaming down his face. Saw guilt and relief and terror mixed together."How?" I whispered. Words felt strange. Heavy."I don't know." Albert touched my face gently. Like he was afraid I'd disappear again. "You just—came back. No science. No technology. No quantum reconstruction. You were gone and then you weren't."Subject Seven appeared in my vision. She looked translucent. Fading. "Eva, when Albert destroyed