All Chapters of The Alpha’s Greatest Blindness: Chapter 121 - Chapter 130

The fight reached the approach corridor before the next deeper report could fully land.I stayed in the inner room with the connecting door open, both hands closed around the silver cuff. The heat against my wrist sat hard and continuous, tracking the outer pressure and the deeper surge at the same time. The Burden under my skin stayed high and aligned, pulled in both directions without relief. Through the open doorway I could hear the change in the keep beyond the sealed wing—boots slamming to a halt, short brutal orders, the heavy crash of bodies meeting a line that had nowhere left to fall back.Kael stood at the outer door of the private wing, listening through the coded slot while the posts outside locked the approach corridor. The dark edges on his bandages had spread. The locked posture around the rib wound cost him something visible every time he drew breath. He had not left the level. He had not truly rested. The living master’s design had brought the fight to the last stretc

The approach posts held through the first full wave, but only by the width of the stone they stood on.I stayed in the inner room with the connecting door open, both hands closed around the silver cuff. The heat against my wrist sat hard and continuous, tracking the fight in the corridor and the deeper pressure under the keep at the same time. The Burden under my skin stayed high and aligned, pulled in both directions without relief. Through the open doorway I could hear the change outside the private wing more clearly than before—metal striking metal at closer range, short shouted orders that no longer carried the shape of a fighting retreat, the heavy crash of bodies against a line that had become the last one.Kael stood at the outer door, listening through the coded slot. The dark edges on his bandages had spread further. The locked posture around the rib wound cost him something visible every time he drew breath. He had not left the level. He had not truly rested. The living mast

The next impact split a crack along the outer edge of the doorframe.Dust poured down in a pale sheet. I felt the tremor climb the bones of my arms where I still gripped the table. Outside, the last approach posts were no longer fighting as a line. They were fighting as bodies against a weight that had already decided the corridor belonged to it.Kael kept his uninjured shoulder braced to the wood. Each hit from the far side traveled through him in a hard, controlled flinch he refused to step back from. The rib wound made every breath a measured thing. He took the measure and stayed where he was.I moved to the side of the outer room where I could see his profile and the growing crack in the frame at the same time. The cuff on my wrist burned in a steady, climbing heat that no longer pulsed and faded. The second girl’s presence sat behind that heat like a second heartbeat, closer than the secured room should have allowed.“Kael.”“Stay back from the door.”“The frame is cracking.”“I

Light from the corridor lamps cut through the split in the hinge side like a thin blade.I saw it widen with the next sustained press. Dust and cold air spilled into the outer room. The smell of the fight came with it—blood, sweat, and the bitter edge of stone dust rising from somewhere deeper in the keep. Kael adjusted his stance to cover the gap without opening the door. The movement cost him. He took the cost and held.Outside, the western weight drove harder into the weakness. The men still bracing the far side of the frame were no longer a line. They were a handful of bodies buying seconds with whatever they had left. One of them shouted that the upper join was going. Another impact answered him before the warning could finish.The cuff’s heat climbed until my wrist felt branded. The second girl’s presence pushed through the silver with a force that made my teeth ache. The shared signal had stopped being a link I could stand beside. It was becoming a current that wanted to drag b

The upper join failed on the next sustained press.The crack ran in a sharp, ugly line from the hinge toward the bolt. Wood split with a sound like a bone giving way. Corridor light flooded the outer room in a broken wedge. Kael drove into the new opening with his uninjured side and met the western weight head-on in the gap itself. For a moment there was no door left between them—only force against force in a frame that had stopped being a barrier and become a contested hole.I shoved against Elder Orion’s staff. The old wolf held the connecting doorway without striking, his body angled to keep me in the inner room while his eyes stayed fixed on the threshold fight.“Not yet,” he said.“The frame is gone.”“The man is not. That is the line he chose.”In the outer chamber Kael slammed the gap closed again by sheer weight and refusal. An armoured arm from the far side clawed through for a grip on the inner edge of the wood. Kael caught the wrist, wrenched it, and drove it back out throu