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• The executioner and the Alpha King   Chapter 215: The Girl in Her Skin

  Her point of view Gods, they’re all so stupid. I sit beside the mighty Alpha King, watching his pretty little jaw twitch as he wrestles with doubt. And I almost—almost—laugh out loud again when he turns those tortured eyes toward me, begging for something real. Something true. And what does he do? He chooses me. Even if he’s unsure. Even if his wolf whispers otherwise. He still chooses me. Pathetic. Across the room, Parker, Sonia, and Elias are practically frothing. They keep darting glances at each other like they’re planning a coup. I love it. The tension. The cracks. The chaos. Exactly what I was made for. I shift my posture, tuck my chin, and squeeze Theo’s hand just a little tighter—like a proper little wife. “You’re doing amazing,” I whisper to him sweetly. He nods, eyes heavy with guilt and trust and confusion. Delicious. They’ll eat each other alive before this is over. ⸻ I remember the moment the Black Mage told me the mission was finally ready. I hadn’t slept f

• The executioner and the Alpha King   Chapter 214: Loyalty Is a Bloody Mess

  Parker’s point of view I’ve fought in wars. Faced assassins. Survived poison arrows and heartbreak. But nothing—and I mean nothing—has prepared me for pretending I don’t know which Eva is real. Cesar paces in my head like a caged beast. “This is stupid. Just growl at the fake one and be done with it.” You’d think having a wolf would make me wiser. Instead, I’ve got a grumpy furball urging me to bite someone before breakfast. I glance across the dining hall at Theo, sitting next to the wrong Eva—blonde, confident, glowing under all the attention. She has his hand. His trust. His focus. And she’s a damn good liar. But i can see the shimmering image around her, where her hair turns black and her eyes are blue. Beside me, Elias is radiating quiet fury. Sonia’s chewing her toast like it personally offended her. We’re all playing it cool. Badly. Cesar growls. “She smells wrong. We should say something.” We can’t just scream, “You’re holding hands with a magical fraud!” in the m

• The executioner and the Alpha King   Chapter 213: The Heart Lies Too

  Theo’s point of view Damn it. The girl holding my hand feels like Eva. Smells like her. Sounds like her. The bond between us is still thrumming through my chest like a war drum. My wolf is calm around her, which should mean something. But the group is split. And worse—so am I. Parker keeps glancing at the brunette. He hasn’t said much, but his silence is screaming. Elias, her own brother, looks like he’s been sucker-punched. Sonia’s eyes flick between the two girls like she’s trying to solve a puzzle with no corners. Everyone is tense. Watching. Choosing sides without saying a word. But me? I don’t know who to trust—my judgment or my wolf’s. The blonde beside me squeezes my hand gently, her voice warm and steady. “Don’t worry, Theo. Just trust your judgment.” I want to. Hell, I need to. “It’s not that easy,” I murmur. “I do feel you. But my wolf says you’re not who you seem to be.” Her expression falters only for a second before she lets go of my hand and nods. “Then do what

• The executioner and the Alpha King   Chapter 212: Let the Games Begin

  Eva’s point of view If it weren’t such a bad situation, I’d be laughing my ass off. I mean, seriously—this is straight out of a bad soap opera. I look at myself… and I see myself. But the moment we step into the castle courtyard, all eyes are on me like I just sprouted horns. Or worse—like I’m the impostor. Their gazes ping-pong between me and her. The girl standing beside Theo, hand in his, trying her best to look serene and innocent. Bitch, please. Theo, bless his ever-logical heart, throws up his hands. “Come on, guys. What’s so difficult? One of them is Eva, and one is not.” He turns to the girl he’s holding hands with, eyes narrowed in confusion. “I don’t understand… I can see you, I can feel that you’re Eva. But Aries—he disagrees.” Her face lights up with hope like she’s just won a damn prize. “That’s because I am Eva.” I snort. Loudly. “Right. And I’m the Queen of the Universe. Bow before me, peasants.” Theo snaps his head toward me, eyes flashing with frustration. “

• The executioner and the Alpha King   Chapter 211 – Who the Hell Is Eva?

  Theo’s point of view She’s standing there in the middle of the field—blonde hair shimmering under the afternoon sun, storm-grey eyes locked on mine, wearing the black dress she left in. She looks calm. Too calm. And I know that look—she wears it when the chaos inside her is screaming to get out. Eva. She’s right there. Of course it’s her. I take a step toward her. “That’s not her.” Aries’ voice slices through my mind like claws on stone. “What are you talking about? I blink. She’s literally standing right there.” “Look again.” My gaze shifts to the side—where the wind is softer now, and another girl stands barefoot in the grass. She’s got long black hair, wide blue eyes, and a ridiculous daisy-dotted dress . Unfamiliar. Innocent-looking. Wrong. And yet… “That’s Eva,” Aries says, voice dead serious. “I can feel her. That’s the soul we were born to protect.” Are you out of your mind? I nearly growl aloud. The girl standing in front of me is Eva. Blonde. Grey-eyed. My mate

• The executioner and the Alpha King   Chapter 210 – Just Like the Vision

  Eva’s point of view I wake up with the weight of Theo’s arm draped over my waist and his face buried in my hair, warm breath ghosting across the back of my neck. The sheets smell like him—earthy, warm, familiar. Safe. Which is ironic, considering what today holds. The party last night plays like a flickering film in my head: laughter, terrible dancing, too much cake, the feeling of being loved and, for once, allowing myself to enjoy it. And then… the after party. Just me and Theo. Skin on skin. His hands like anchors. My lips whispering things I never thought I’d say out loud. The way he touched me—like he wasn’t sure we’d get another night. He was right. “Hey,” he murmurs groggily behind me. “You’re awake.” “Barely,” I mutter. He shifts, kissing the back of my shoulder. “Good. Up. Get dressed. I have a surprise.” “I just opened my eyes, Theo. Let me enjoy this one moment of peace before the universe starts throwing knives again.” “Come on, birthday girl,” he says, sitting