Breed Me, My Boss Alpha
The real world came back in pieces—the hum of machines, the cold touch of metal beneath me, the sound of his voice breaking.
I gasped and tried to sit up, but my head spun. He was right beside me, his face pale, eyes red like he hadn’t blinked in hours.
“You’re back,” he said, voice shaking.
“I think so,” I whispered.
He helped me sit. “You were gone for six minutes. I thought—”
“I know.”
The generator behind us buzzed, and I looked up at the monitors. Every file, every record of Project Eros was gone. Just static.
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