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The executioner and the Alpha King
Last Updated : 2025-07-01
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Eva, an emotionless executioner, is bound to an alpha king werewolf by fate. As dark secrets unravel—twin deceptions, cursed bloodlines, and ancient betrayals—Eva must confront her past and embrace her true power. Amid loyalty, lies, and love, she becomes the key to saving or dooming their supernatural world.
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The woman jumped from her bed, heart pounding. She strained to listen—there it was again. That sound. “No… no… this can’t be happening,” she whispered, panic in her voice, as she rushed into the next room. She glanced at the one-year-old boy sleeping peacefully in his crib, then turned her eyes to the small white bed across the room. The little girl was still asleep, curled under a blanket, her breathing soft and slow. “She’s only three,” the woman murmured, lifting the girl into her arms. “They can’t take her. She’s just a baby.” “Samantha?” a sleepy male voice called from behind her. “What are you doing, love?” “Carl,” she said in a hushed voice, opening the window. “They’re coming for her. I can hear them. I can’t let them take her. Watch Elias—I’ll take her to safety.” Without waiting for a reply, she jumped through the window and took off toward the forest beyond. Her bare feet pounded the earth as the sounds behind her grew louder, closer. “Mama?” the little girl asked sleepily, her voice muffled against Samantha’s shoulder. “Where are we going?” “Just hold on, baby. Mama won’t let them take you. You’re safe with me.” “What is scared, Mama?” Samantha’s eyes welled with tears. “Something you’ll never feel,” she whispered. “Now hold tight.” She ran faster. Samantha knew this forest like the back of her hand, but now, everything felt foreign. Nothing was where it should be. “Where the hell is the river? I can’t smell the water…” she muttered, voice tight with panic. “Take a left, Mama. It’s behind the clearing where we had a picnic last week,” the little girl said calmly. Samantha turned sharply and burst into the clearing. She stopped, sniffing the air. They were close. Too close. They were surrounded. A low growl built in her chest as she clutched her daughter protectively. “She’s not yours to take. She’s my baby. Mine!” From the shadows of the trees, twelve white wolves emerged, encircling her. One stepped forward. “Stay away from us!” she shouted. “I will fight you to the death for her—and you know I’m not bluffing.” The lead wolf halted, then slowly shifted into a human form. His hair was as white as snow, and his eyes held an unsettling kindness. “Samantha,” he said gently. “She needs to come with us. Now.” Samantha dropped to her knees, sobbing. “She’s my baby. How can you ask me to give her up? I love her—I really love her.” “If you truly love her,” the man said, stepping closer, “then you’ll let her go.” Her hands trembled as she set the little girl down. She took the child’s hands and stared into her brilliant grey eyes. “My beautiful baby girl… I love you.” Her voice cracked. “I will always love you. And Daddy loves you too. So, so much. You don’t have to go. I can—” “But Mama,” the girl interrupted softly, “I saw this in my dream. I know I have to go with them. It’s okay.” She cupped Samantha’s face with her tiny hands. Samantha, tears falling freely now, unclasped the golden chain from around her neck—a single charm dangling from it—and fastened it around her daughter’s. She kissed the girl’s forehead. The old man stepped closer and lifted the child into his arms. “So much power in such a little body,” he murmured, transfixed by her eyes. The girl turned to look at Samantha, still kneeling, clutching her chest. “I will remember you, Mama. You, Daddy, and Elias,” she said, touching the pendant at her neck. As the moonlight touched it, the image of Artemis, the Greek goddess of the hunt, shimmered to life. “How appropriate,” the old man whispered, touching the charm. “It’s time. We’re already late.” The group of thirteen disappeared into the forest’s shadows. Samantha’s anguished howl filled the night. Back at the house, Carl stood at the window, staring at the moon. “You better be watching over my daughter, Goddess,” he said quietly. “I’ll take care of Sam and Elias.” A single tear fell onto the small white teddy bear he held—her only reminder. Everything else—her clothes, her scent, her photos—was gone. She was gone.Latest chapter
The executioner and the Alpha King Chapter 209 – The Night Before the End of the World
Eva’s point of view I don’t know who decided to give Trixie creative control over this “small party,” but judging by the disco lights flickering in the throne room and the life-sized cardboard cutout of me holding a sword and a cupcake, we may have slightly overshot small. There’s music echoing off the stone walls, a suspicious chocolate fountain that may or may not be liquor-infused, and someone—probably Marcus—rigged a smoke machine in the corner. The room smells like fire, frosting, and regret. Honestly? I love it. Sonia approaches with a drink in each hand and glitter on her cheek. “One of these is safe,” she says, handing me a glass. “The other will make you question your entire existence.” “Bold of you to assume I haven’t been doing that since I was three,” I reply, downing the safe one. I hope. The whole gang is here—no missions, no disguises, no death. For one night, we’re just people. Laughing, dancing, teasing each other. Pretending there’s no doom countdown ticking a
Last Updated : 2025-07-01The executioner and the Alpha King Chapter 208 — Brunch of Misfits
Eva’s point of view The past two weeks passed in a blur. Between decoding ancient crap, sneaking around castles at night, pretending I sleep more than three hours, and occasionally cuddling Theo like the emotionally unstable ball of knives that I am, time just slipped through my fingers. Now there are exactly two days until my birthday. And instead of feeling excited, all I feel is pressure. Thick and heavy, like someone dumped a mountain on my shoulders and said, “Good luck.” I sit at the long dining room table, poking at a lukewarm croissant and waiting for the rest of the gang. I summoned them all through the mind link for what I called a little chat. Let’s call it what it is: brunch with a side of emotional damage. The first to arrive are Sonia and Michael, walking in hand-in-hand like the poster children for post-sex bliss. Their faces are glowing. Actually glowing. It’s disgusting. I sip my coffee. “What’s up, lover birds? Somebody had a good night,” I mutter just loud eno
Last Updated : 2025-07-01The executioner and the Alpha King Chapter 207 – “Birthday Wishes and Battlefield Promises”
Eva’s Point of View As I step into the dining hall, the smell of toast and strong coffee hits me like a spell I never asked for. The room’s not empty, but not full either. Late breakfast crew. My people. I scan the tables, not really expecting to find anyone from our inner circle. But then I spot him—Elias, sitting alone with a half-eaten plate and his brain clearly off somewhere else. That familiar distant expression, eyes narrowed slightly like he’s solving the world’s worst puzzle in his head. A slow smile creeps onto my face as I head his way. “Morning, Junior,” I say sweetly, knowing exactly how he’ll react. His head jerks up, face scrunching into a frown. “Really, sis? Junior?” I grin and ruffle his hair, because I can. “You are a junior. And my little brother.” “Not that little,” he huffs, puffing his chest like a squirrel trying to scare a wolf. “I’m sixteen. Two years isn’t that big of a difference.” “I know,” I reply, dropping into the chair across from him
Last Updated : 2025-07-01The executioner and the Alpha King Chapter 206 – “Loyalty, Lies, and Lavender Sheets”
Parker’s Point of View Mornings like this are rare. The window’s open just enough to let in a breeze that smells like pine and lavender. Trixie is curled beside me in a tangle of sheets and wild hair, wearing one of my shirts and a smug little smile because she knows it drives me crazy. Her bare legs are tangled with mine. My arm is under her neck. My dignity is probably somewhere under the bed, right next to her socks. I don’t care. Our room is technically hers—because let’s be honest, she took it over the second she moved in—but I never left. Not after the first night. Not after the second. Not ever. We’re on the same floor as Theo, Eva, and Elias. It used to feel intimidating. Now it just feels… like home. Trixie yawns, stretching like a cat and punching me in the ribs in the process. “Ow.” She snickers without opening her eyes. “That’s what you get for stealing the covers.” “I am the covers.” “You’re warm and annoying,” she mutters, burying her face in my neck. “Like a
Last Updated : 2025-06-30The executioner and the Alpha King Chapter 205 – “If I Trip You, It’s Because I Love You”
Sonia’s Point of View I’ve just successfully stuffed a marshmallow into Michael’s mouth while he wasn’t paying attention—again—and it’s honestly starting to feel like a personal talent. The look of betrayal on his face is priceless. “You absolute menace,” he mumbles around the marshmallow, chewing reluctantly. I flash him my best innocent smile, which probably looks more like a gremlin grin. “You looked too serious. Thought you needed sweetening.” We’re in the living room of one of the guest houses near the castle—the cozy one with the fluffy rug I claimed as my territory the second we walked in. He’s sprawled out on the floor like a dramatic movie heroine waiting for someone to rescue him, while I’m perched on the arm of the couch, flipping a pillow in my hands like it’s a weapon. “You know,” Michael says between chews, “most people flirt with compliments. You flirt with food-based assault.” “And yet,” I say, raising a brow, “you’re still here.” “Unfortunately,” he deadpans.
Last Updated : 2025-06-30The executioner and the Alpha King Chapter 204 – “The Gift, the Girl, and the Goddamn Prophecy”
Theo’s Point of View Two weeks. That’s all I have until Eva’s birthday. Two weeks until the prophecy is supposed to start unraveling like a cursed sweater knitted by Fate herself. Two weeks until all hell might break loose. And what am I doing? Pacing back and forth like a lunatic in my office, wearing a hole in the rug and stressing over two equally terrifying things: 1. The end of the world as we know it. 2. What the hell to buy my mate for her birthday. And not just any birthday. Her eighteenth. The first birthday she gets to celebrate without blood on her hands, without chains on her ankles, without someone else telling her who the hell she’s supposed to be. No pressure. I run a hand through my hair, frustrated. “Aries? You there, buddy? I could really use a pep talk right now.” There’s a pause, then I feel a sleepy stretch in the back of my head. The way he moves reminds me of a cat waking up in the sun—leisurely, smug, completely unbothered by the fact that I’m spira
Last Updated : 2025-06-30
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