All Chapters of The Alpha’s Greatest Blindness: Chapter 151 - Chapter 160

The uneven pulse did not settle into a pattern I could trust.I remained on the threshold of Kael’s chamber with the post solid between the bed and me, the cuff turned upward on my wrist so every shift in the silver was visible. The low irregular current continued, matched at the far end by the second girl’s thin answering presence. Not a climb. Not the inverted refusal that had staggered the western line. Something in between, as if the channel were testing its own damaged edges the way the living master tested the outer markers—measured, patient, looking for a thin place.Kael watched the cuff from the binding frame. The healers had forbidden him from sitting fully upright. He obeyed the letter of that order and ignored the spirit of it, shoulders braced as high as the straps allowed, dull gold eyes tracking the silver with the same absolute attention he had once given a failing door.“Describe the pulse,” he said. His voice was still a ruin, but it carried further than it had when

The lean became a pressure.I stood on the threshold of Kael’s chamber with my palm under the cuff and felt the downward pull settle into something heavier than direction. The uneven pulse continued, but underneath it the current had begun to tug—not toward the secured room, not toward the mate bond, only down, toward the eastern foundations where Ronan’s teams were spending stone that refused to collapse cleanly. The second girl’s presence at the far end of the thread carried the same tug. Exhausted. Braced against her own posted door. Still orienting toward the foundations no matter how hard she held her position.Kael saw the change in my face before I spoke.“Report.”“The lean is heavier. Not a climb. A tug. Toward the foundations. She feels it too. Holding position is starting to cost effort on both ends.”“Posts on her door get that report now. If effort becomes compulsion, they hold her by force. The same rule applies at this threshold. You do not follow the tug.”“I am not fo

The demand in the cuff stopped asking and started insisting.I locked my hand around the doorframe of Kael’s chamber and planted my weight against a pull that no longer felt like direction. It felt like a slope under my feet, steep and continuous, angled toward the eastern foundations and the cracking load-bearing joint Ronan’s teams were still trying to deny. The uneven pulse beat under the silver in a low, hard rhythm. The second girl’s presence at the far end of the current was a braced, shaking mirror of the same insistence. Holding position was no longer only effort. It was a fight against movement the design had decided should already have happened.Kael saw the white in my knuckles on the frame.“Report.”“The tug is a demand now. Standing still is active resistance. She is the same. If it escalates again, the posts will have to hold both of us.”“They are cleared to do it. Step back from the threshold if the pull starts taking your balance. Into the room behind you, not forwar

The posts held me at the threshold through the next surge without waiting for permission.I did not ask them to ease. The demand in the cuff had stopped pretending it was only a pull. It was a continuous downhill force aimed at the eastern foundations, and my legs no longer fully belonged to the order to stand still. The second girl’s presence shook at the far end of the current under the same force. Her posts would be locked on her the way mine were locked on me—hands on arms, bodies angled to stop a step before it became a stride toward the design’s marked stone.Kael watched from the binding frame with the dull gold of his eyes fixed on the point where the posts’ grip met my wrists.“Talk.”“Continuous compulsion. Not spikes. Steady. They are holding me. She is being held. The mark is still on the fracture line. It has not shifted again.”“Keep talking through it. Silence means the current is taking too much attention. Runners stay live between this door and the deeper desk.”He wa

The residual pull did not drop below compulsion on its own.I tested my legs twice against the posts’ grip and found the same answer both times: I could take some of my weight, not all of it, and the downhill drag toward the eastern foundations remained present enough that a free step would not have stayed a free step for long. The second girl’s thread reported the same partial control, the same untrustworthy balance. Kael left the restraint order in place without discussion. The posts adjusted to let me stand more than hang, but their hands stayed on my arms, ready.“Still not clear,” I said.“Then still restrained.” Kael’s voice had roughened further as the hours in the binding frame stacked. The packing at his ribs showed more colour than the healers liked. He ignored it in favour of the cuff and the doorway. “Ronan’s marks only when it locks. Western flank status on the next runner. No one on this corridor confuses a lost clean line with a spent design.”Elder Orion shifted on the