LOGINShare
Chapter one hundred-six
Last Updated:
2025-12-28 22:29:12
Latest chapter
Craving the alpha soldier Chapter one hundred- seven
Arthur povI have learned that awareness does not require a center.That was difficult, at first—releasing the instinct to locate myself, to anchor perception behind a set of eyes, a spine, a name. In life, orientation was survival. You had to know where you stood in order to decide where to apply pressure.Here, there is no pressure point.There is only presence—distributed, diffuse, unclaimed.And still, I am myself.Not because I persist as an identity, but because certain patterns remain recognizable. I still notice leverage. Still sense when a system is being forced past its tolerance. Still register the difference between effort and strain.Habits outlive bodies.That realization carries no sadness.Only accuracy.I do not observe the world as an overseer. There is no vantage point, no height from which complexity resolves into order. If anything, I feel closer to the ground of things—to the friction where intentions meet limits.I feel when decisions are rushed.I feel when fea
Craving the alpha soldier Chapter one hundred-six
UnfinishedThere is no moment when the world realizes it is unfinished.No bell sounds. No consensus forms. No collective acknowledgment passes quietly between people like a secret finally shared.Unfinishedness is not announced.It is tolerated.For a long time, that tolerance is mistaken for weakness.Critics say things are slipping. That no one is in charge. That systems wander without direction, that values blur, that authority erodes into endless discussion.They are not entirely wrong.Discussion does increase.So does fatigue.So does the discomfort of living without the illusion that someone else will eventually settle things.But beneath the complaints, beneath the nostalgia for firmer edges, something else is happening—something slower, harder to chart.People are learning how to stop mid-motion.Not permanently.Not passively.But deliberately.A city plans an expansion and halts construction halfway through the proposal phase—not because of protest, not because of cost ove
Craving the alpha soldier Chapter one hundred - five
Open SystemsThe world does not remember endings.It remembers pressures.Not events, not names, not conclusions—pressures applied long enough to leave a shape behind, even after the force itself is gone.Long after Arthur and Tyla cease to be anything that can be pointed to, the pressure they relieved remains absent.That absence matters.At first, it is misread.Periods of instability are blamed on lack of leadership. Commentators argue that the old days—whatever era they choose to flatten into nostalgia—were clearer, stronger, more decisive. They point to charts. To speeches. To images of people standing at podiums with conviction etched into their posture.They do not mention the cost.They rarely do.Others counter that decentralization is inefficient, that ambiguity invites exploitation, that someone must be responsible when systems fail.They are not wrong.They are simply incomplete.The argument loops for years without resolution. It becomes background noise—predictable, cycl
Craving the alpha soldier Chapter one hundred - four
Arthur povIf there is a self here, it is not arranged the way I remember.There is awareness, but it is not centered behind my eyes. There is thought, but it does not move in lines. There is memory, but it no longer insists on sequence or ownership.Still, I know myself.Not by name. By inclination.I notice balance before outcome. I notice strain before failure. I notice when something is being held together by force rather than coherence.These habits persist.If this is an after, it is not one that asks anything of me.I am not summoned.I am not assigned.That, perhaps, is the first mercy.For a long time—if duration still applies—I do nothing but observe without effort. Motion without direction. Pattern without pressure.I sense Tyla.Not as a figure.As a resonance that requires no adjustment.We are not reunited. We are not separated.We simply no longer need to account for distance.In life, I was often praised for decisiveness.It was a quality forged under necessity. Crisis
Craving the alpha soldier Chapter one hundred- three
What ContinuesThere is a temptation, after stories like this, to search for symmetry.Readers look for echoes. For proof that nothing was wasted. That the shape of the ending mirrors the beginning closely enough to justify the journey.The world does not cooperate.Time does not bend back to admire itself.What follows Arthur and Tyla is not consequence in any dramatic sense. It is not reward. It is not even causation in the way historians prefer.It is tendency.Years after the house has been repurposed and repainted—after the garden soil has been turned by unfamiliar hands—someone new lives there. A man who repairs instruments for a living. He works slowly. Not because he is careful, but because he dislikes rushing past understanding.He notices that when he grows frustrated, the room seems to give him more time. Not literally. He is not foolish. But the light falls in a way that discourages urgency. The air does not reward raised voices.He tells a friend once, half-joking, that t
Craving the alpha soldier Chapter one hounderd - two
Tyla povI do not expect to wake up.Expectation belongs to futures, and I am no longer oriented that way.What arrives instead is awareness—soft, unhurried, without edges. Not light. Not darkness. A noticing.I am not afraid.That is the first thing I registered, and it surprises me only because I was trained, once, to think fear was the correct response to thresholds. But there is no threshold here. No line crossed. Just widening.If I still had a body, I might have described this as breathing out.There is no pain. No sudden comprehension. No voice explaining anything. Whatever waits beyond effort does not feel the need to justify itself.For a while—if time still exists, which feels doubtful—I simply remain present with that.Then memory stirs.Not in sequence. Not as review. It comes the way weather once did, rolling through without asking permission.Arthur’s hands, years before they slowed. The way he used to brace his thumb against his forefinger when thinking, as if holding a
You may also like
King Alejandro: The Return Of Her Cold-Hearted Alpha
Moonlight Muse625.4K viewsThe Alpha’s Contract
Taylor West5.1M viewsChosen By The Moon
LycanNS530.6K viewsThe Alpha King's Hated Slave
Kiss Leilani1.3M viewsThe Alpha’s Human Property
Marietta 🌹208 viewsNova
Samantha Whiting550 viewsMy Stepbrother’s Forbidden Bite
Bee Diaz275 viewsRejected By The Alpha, Claimed By His Uncle
Dee Writez236 views
