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Chapter seventy-nine
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Craving the alpha soldier Chapter one hundred-fifteen
AllowanceThe world does not notice when the pressure changes.That is its advantage.Large shifts announce themselves—collapses, victories, declarations, disasters. They demand attention. They insist on interpretation. Small changes do not. They settle into habit. They alter posture before they alter language. By the time anyone tries to name them, they have already been lived with.This is how the inheritance Arthur and Tyla left continues—not as memory, not as design, but as altered reflex.In a city rebuilt three times in a generation, zoning laws now include an unusual clause. It is poorly worded and inconsistently applied. It allows for temporary structures to become semi-permanent without reclassification, provided no one objects loudly enough. Lawyers complain. Developers exploit it. Community organizers defend it. Over time, it becomes less important than the behavior it enables: people try things without committing to them forever.A market appears where a road was meant to
Craving the alpha soldier Chapter one hundred- fourteen
Arthur povI used to believe that endings were a form of mercy.A clean stop. A final accounting. The relief of knowing that no further decisions would be required. That belief shaped more of my thinking than I realized. I pursued conclusions the way others pursued shelter—instinctively, defensively, convinced that exposure was the real danger.What I understand now is that endings are only merciful to those who don’t have to live with what follows.Here, there is no follow.There is continuation without sequence, experience without culmination. Not stasis—nothing here is frozen—but movement without destination. It would have unnerved the earlier version of me. I was uncomfortable unless I could trace a line from cause to effect, from intention to outcome.That line rarely exists.I think back to the moment we decided to leave. It wasn’t dramatic. There was no pronouncement, no sense of crossing a threshold. The decision emerged the way fatigue does—quietly, after being ignored too lo
Craving the alpha soldier Chapter one hundred- thirteen
Arthur pov I am aware of motion before I am aware of form.Not movement toward or away—nothing directional. It’s closer to adjustment. A recalibration so subtle it would once have escaped me entirely. Now it’s how I know I’m still here.Presence without position.That used to feel like failure.I was built for vectors. For leverage. For identifying the fulcrum and applying force until something yielded. Even when I learned restraint, it was tactical—force deferred, not relinquished. I understood systems as things to be stabilized or corrected, never as entities that might require distance instead of intervention.Leaving dismantled that assumption more thoroughly than any opposition ever did.Here, there is no system to manage. No threshold to guard. No outcome waiting for optimization. The absence is not empty—it’s permissive. It allows thought to arise without immediately asking what it’s for.That question used to govern everything.What is this for?Who does this serve?What brea
Craving the alpha soldier Chapter one hundred- twelve
Tyla povI don’t know how long I’ve been gone.Time doesn’t announce itself where I am. It drifts. It pools. It moves when something inside me moves, and stalls when I do. I’ve learned not to measure it by anything external. There are no days here. No nights. Just sequences of attention.I wake—not from sleep, exactly, but from stillness—and the first thing I notice is that I am not required anywhere.That absence of requirement still startles me.Once, every moment carried weight. Every breath was a calculation. Every choice threatened consequences. I was useful because I was necessary, and I was necessary because the world refused to function without intervention. Or so it seemed. It took leaving to understand how much of that was assumption.Here, nothing is asking me to decide.I exist without urgency. Without oversight. Without consequence beyond myself. It is not peace. Peace implies resolution. This is something looser. An open condition.I move through a landscape that resists
Craving the alpha soldier Chapter one hundred-eleven
Lost:No one marks the day when the last emergency truly ends.There is no announcement, no shared breath of relief, no coordinated lowering of shoulders. The world does not behave like a body healing from a single wound. It behaves like a landscape after weather—changed in small, persistent ways that only become visible over time.What follows is not peace. It is something quieter and more demanding.People wake and go about their lives without reference to the crisis that once defined them. They do not speak its name often. Not because it is forbidden, but because it no longer explains enough. Memory loosens its grip. The urgency that once justified certainty fades, and in its absence, choice becomes heavier.It is easier to obey when the stakes are clear.It is harder to decide when they are not.In one region, a governing body attempts to formalize restraint. They draft language about proportionality, about distributed decision-making, about the dangers of overreach. The document
Craving the alpha soldier Chapter one hundred-ten
OpeningsThe world does not close all at once.It does not announce completion. It does not issue a certificate or leave a marker. It simply shifts, and those who remain notice—or fail to notice—how the pressure changes, how the patterns loosen, how movement becomes less about enforcement and more about care.This is the work that follows presence. The work that exists after the architects of absence have gone.Somewhere, a city debates reconstruction. Not rebuilding the past, not reclaiming a lost authority, but considering what it actually needs to sustain itself. Engineers measure, planners propose, administrators argue. The discussion goes on far longer than any one person desires, but it persists. Consensus is not achieved. Decisions are staggered, half-formed, tentative. Some of them fail. Some succeed in small, unpredictable ways.That is enough.Elsewhere, a council dissolves a long-standing committee. It is unpopular. The committee had maintained order, enforced rules, resolv
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