Todos los capítulos de The Alpha’s Greatest Blindness: Capítulo 11 - Capítulo 20

Morning light reached the high window earlier than I wanted. I had slept in short, restless pieces, waking each time the Burden stirred under my skin or the mate bond pulled toward a presence I could not see. When the lock finally turned, two Betas stood in the doorway instead of one.“The Alpha King requires you in the great hall,” the taller one said. “The council is assembling.”They did not give me time to prepare beyond the dark blue clothing already provided. I walked between them through corridors that felt longer than usual. Wolves stopped to watch us pass. The whispers were no longer hidden. I kept my eyes forward and my breathing steady, even though every step carried me closer to a room full of Alphas who now knew what my hands could do.The great hall had been rearranged. The long dining tables were gone. In their place stood a wide semicircle of high-backed chairs occupied by the visiting Alpha Kings. Kael sat at the center on a chair that was nearly a throne, Selene posi

Dawn arrived too quickly. I had not truly slept. The few stretches of rest I managed were broken by the steady pull of the mate bond and the restless warmth of the Burden under my skin. When the lock turned, and the Betas entered, the sky beyond the high window was still the pale gray that comes just before full light. They said nothing. I rose, smoothed the dark blue clothing, and walked between them through corridors that already felt charged. Wolves moved aside as we passed. Conversations stopped. The palace knew what this morning meant. The great hall had been prepared the same way as the day before, but the air inside felt heavier. The visiting Alpha Kings occupied their chairs in the wide semicircle. Some faces looked tired. Others looked sharper, as if decisions had been made during the night. Elder Orion stood in his usual place, staff in hand. Magnus waited near the edge, hands folded, expression carefully neutr

The study felt smaller with every breath.I stood just inside the doorway, the Beta who had brought me already dismissed. The bloodied scout remained in front of the desk, still breathing hard. The dark cloth and the thin silver blade lay between Kael’s braced hands like an open accusation. The symbol on the cloth meant nothing to me, yet the way every man in the room stared at it made the air feel thin.Kael’s golden eyes lifted from the blade and locked on mine. “They came for you. And they will not be the only ones.”The words settled into my chest with the weight of certainty. The Burden responded at once, warmth surging high along my arms. I forced the current down before silver could show, but the effort left my hands unsteady. Ronan moved from the far wall until he stood closer to me, not touching, yet near enough that the mate bond steadied slightly under the press of fear.“How many?” Kael asked the scout.“Seven that we saw. Possibly more in the outer trees. They fought like

Sleep did not come easily in the new chambers.The bed was softer than any surface I had been given since arriving at the palace, yet comfort meant little when every sound beyond the reinforced doors carried the weight of increased patrols. I lay still and listened to the occasional scrape of boots, the low exchange of watchwords, the restless shift of a keep that had moved into a higher state of readiness. The Burden hummed under my skin in low, persistent waves, still sensitive from the deliberate calls of the evening lesson. Each time my thoughts drifted to the tracks beyond the eastern approach or the silver blade left on Kael’s desk, the current rose a fraction higher and had to be pressed back down.I practiced the small control until my arms ached with a different kind of fatigue. Notice the warmth. Do not call it. Do not push it away. Let it settle. The exercise helped, but it did not erase the knowledge that the wolves who had once hunted my bloodline into silence were now wa

I remained on the bench long after the bolts locked.The ache in my arms ran deeper than any of the previous attempts. It was not the sharp transfer of a wound. It was the low, burning fatigue of a power that had been called and forced back too many times in too short a span. I breathed through it and tried to steady the residual current still moving under my skin. Notice it. Do not call it. Do not push it away. Let it settle. The exercise helped only marginally. The knowledge that tracks now existed on two separate approaches kept the Burden reactive and close to the surface.An hour passed. Perhaps less. The light at the narrow window shifted by a small degree. I had just forced myself to drink water from the clay cup left with the earlier tray when the outer bolts turned again.Kael entered alone. He closed the door and stood just inside the chamber, golden eyes moving over me with the same assessing intensity he had worn during the lesson. He looked as if he had not returned to sl