The Alpha’s Second Life
Only the silence of a world that had been perfectly, terrifyingly cleansed.
Richard stood up, his legs steady in a way they had never been before. He looked toward the center of the crater. There, cradled in a nest of hardened, silver silk, lay a bundle. It was small, silent, and radiated a warmth that felt like a sunrise.
He approached it, his heart pounding in his chest. As he reached out, the bundle shifted. A pair of eyes opened, looking up at him. They were not human. They were universes—swirling nebulae of silver and gold, reflecting a history that hadn't happened yet.
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