All Chapters of The Alpha’s Greatest Blindness: Chapter 141 - Chapter 150

Kael’s grip on my wrist was the only solid thing left in the room.I braced him against the far wall with my shoulder and both hands, trying to keep him upright enough to breathe. His weight was dead weight. The blood from his side soaked into my clothing where I held him. Each breath he took was a wet, broken scrape that sounded less like breathing and more like a body arguing with the decision to stop. His uninjured hand stayed locked above the cuff anyway, fingers iron-tight, as if the order he could no longer fully speak could still be enforced through contact alone.Elder Orion fought in the centre of the inner room.The old wolf had given up any clean defence of the upper gap. There were too many. He turned the centre of the chamber into a short, brutal circle of staff work, forcing western fighters to come at him through furniture and fallen bodies and the half-height obstacle of the still-barred lower door. He was buying seconds. Seconds were all that remained of the private w

The inverted note in the cuff did not hold cleanly.I pressed my palm over the silver and tried to find the same reactive surge that had expelled the pulse. The Burden under my skin answered in a low, unstable tremor. The second girl’s presence leaned into it from the secured room, matching the frequency as best as distance and fear allowed. The continuous signal trembled between climb and refusal, no longer a single direction, but not yet a weapon I could aim.Elder Orion took the next western fighter on the staff and gave another step of ground. Blood soaked the front of his robes from the chest cut. His breathing had gone shallow and fast. He planted himself in front of Kael and me anyway, turning the far wall corner into a last, narrowing pocket of resistance inside a room the living master’s forces already owned.“Whatever you did,” he said between strikes, “do it when they commit into this corner. Not before. You only get the staggered second once if the pulse is that unstable.”

Elder Orion’s wrong-hand grip on the staff lasted less long than the corner needed.The western line committed into the gap his slowing defence left open. He met the first man with a reversed strike that lacked the force of his dominant arm and only partially turned the blade. The cut took him across the side, below the existing chest wound. He staggered. The staff stayed up. He put his back against the wall beside Kael and me and turned the corner into a final, three-body pocket with nowhere left to give.“Pulse,” he said. The word was barely air. “If you have anything left. Now.”I pushed the Burden into the cuff with everything the continuous signal still held. The second girl answered from the secured room with a thin, exhausted lean into the inverted frequency. What came out of the silver was not a clean white discharge. It was a broken, partial flare that staggered the closest fighter and made the next one flinch off his line. Elder Orion used the flinch to drive the staff into

The healers reached the inner room before the blood on the floor had started to dry.I stayed against the far wall with Kael’s weight braced across my legs and shoulder, the borrowed blade still in my free hand until one of Ronan’s men gently took it from my stiff fingers. The cuff on my wrist remained thin and quiet. The second girl’s presence was a faint, exhausted awareness at the far end of a current that no longer climbed and no longer fully refused—only existed, incomplete, stretched between the secured room and this corner.Elder Orion sat where he had collapsed against the wall, staff loose across his legs, allowing a healer to pack the chest wound and the side cut with the grim efficiency of someone who had seen too many thresholds end this way. He did not close his eyes. He watched Kael. He watched the torn upper gap. He watched the distance I was still holding as if the order had not ended when the western line was cleared from the room.Ronan’s healers moved Kael off my bo

The quiet lasted less than two full watches.I was still in the clean room, seated on the edge of the bed with my back against the wall and the cuff turned upward on my wrist so I could watch the silver for any change, when the residual tremor shifted. Not a climb. Not the inverted refusal. A low, uneven pulse, as if the continuous current between me and the second girl had taken a breath and had not yet decided which direction to spend it.I sent for the post immediately.Elder Orion opened his eyes from the stretcher before the runner left the room. The chest packing had held. The side wound had been rebound once. He looked worse than a man who had slept and better than a man who had died on a private-wing floor.“Change?”“Uneven pulse. Not a climb. Not the refusal note. Something in between.”“Report it to the deeper desk and to Valerius’s line. Then you stay in that bed until someone who understands the channel better than a residual tremor has looked at you.”The report went out