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• The executioner and the Alpha King   Chapter 221 – Cracks in the Bond

  Michael’s point of view We enter the room in silence. Sonia looks like she’s ready to murder someone. I’d like to say I feel any different, but I don’t. Not even close. She doesn’t trust me. Not my instincts, not my judgment. She made her decision—decided she knows better. That she can tell which Eva is real and which isn’t. But I know the answer. I feel it. The one everyone’s questioning is the real Eva. I would stake everything on it. And yet… she won’t listen. I reach out and grab her arm gently. “Baby,” I say, trying to soften my voice, “you know I love you. I’d do anything for you. But I don’t understand why you don’t trust me.” She doesn’t even look at me. “I trust you,” she replies flatly. “It’s your judgment I don’t trust.” The words hit like a slap. No hesitation, no apology. Just truth, cold and sharp. “Has it ever occurred to you,” I ask, trying to keep my voice calm, “that maybe you’re wrong this time? That maybe I’m right?” “Nope,” she shoots back, still not

• The executioner and the Alpha King   Chapter 220 – The Pain of Being Chosen

  Eva’s point of view I lie on my bed, staring at the ceiling, thinking about everything that happened today. I can’t say I’m not disappointed. But I’ve been expecting this ever since the vision. That doesn’t make it easier. Not now. Not when I have actual feelings—real feelings—and a bond with Theo that keeps getting harder to ignore. I’m sad. I’m angry. And—though I hate to admit it—I think I’m scared. I need to find a way into my old room. The real one. The one with my hidden wall. The one where the answers are buried. I already know how to get there… I just can’t do it alone. I stare up at the ceiling like an idiot, as if it might blink back at me with divine wisdom. It doesn’t. Of course it doesn’t. Then something slams into me. A sudden, sharp ache blooms deep in my shoulder, and I jolt upright with a gasp. What the hell? The pain radiates outward like fire licking through my veins. Before I can even process it, another jab slices up my neck. I choke. My lungs refuse to e

• The executioner and the Alpha King   Chapter 219: You’re Playing with Fire

  Theo’s point of view, The castle breathes around me—silent, shadowed, heavy with the weight of everything I can’t say out loud. I pace the balcony, shirt damp from sweat and the chill night air. My fingers curl and uncurl on the cold stone railing, heart thudding against ribs like a caged beast. Inside my head, Aries waits—always there. Not a physical presence, but as real as my own breath, sitting silently on the edge of my mind like a restless brother watching, waiting. You know exactly what she was trying to do. His voice isn’t loud. It never needs to be. It’s the steady undercurrent beneath every thought, sharp as a blade in a quiet room. I keep pacing, staring out into the dark. “I thought it was her,” I whisper. “She smells like Eva. Feels like her. I wanted to believe it was her.” You let your body speak louder than your instincts. You wanted her so badly, you ignored every warning sign. I close my eyes, the memory flashing hot behind my eyelids—the softness of her bre

• The executioner and the Alpha King   Chapter 218: You Owe Me More

  Fake Eva’s point of view The door clicks shut behind me and I nearly rip it off the hinges. Stupid. Blind. Weak. He was right there. Hot. Ready. Whispering her name while touching me. His hands shook, his lips parted—and then his damn wolf had to ruin everything. Just one more second. One more breath and I would’ve sealed it. I would’ve won. Now I’m pacing like a caged beast, nails dragging across my palms. The magic hums just under my skin, simmering with rage. I warned him once. I won’t beg again. He’ll crawl. They all will. But not if that mutt Aries keeps waking him up like some divine conscience. That… that thing is the real threat. If Theo is the crown, Aries is the chain. And I want both. No more waiting. I close my eyes and breathe deep, blood crackling under my skin. I draw the symbols in the air, my fingers glowing faintly red as I open the gate with the old words the Black Mage carved into my bones. The air rips apart with a low hiss, and the por

• The executioner and the Alpha King   Chapter 217: Almost Yours

  Fake Eva’s point of view Midnight settles over the castle like a lullaby. The halls fall quiet, doors creak shut, and the hum of voices fades to soft breaths behind thick stone walls. I wait in my bed—patient, still, smiling in the dark. I’ve memorized the guards’ rotations. Studied their patterns since the moment I arrived. Theo’s door is two turns down the hall. His sleep schedule hasn’t changed in years. He’s exhausted from doubt and drowning in guilt. And tonight… I will give him what he wants most. Me. Or rather—what he thinks is me. ⸻ The door opens without a sound. I slipped the key earlier, while he was distracted. Still clinging to the lie that his precious queen lies beside him during the day. He doesn’t stir as I enter. Shirtless, tangled in his sheets, one arm behind his head. Moonlight pours in through the window, silvering the scar along his ribs. Even his sleep is restless. His brow is creased. I slip beneath the covers like I belong there. His b

• The executioner and the Alpha King   Chapter 216: A Room Full of Secrets

  Eva’s point of view As we are scattered in little groups, whispering like we all know the right answer , it hits me like a brick to the face. My room. My damn room. My journals. The maps. The coded lists. The hidden drawer in the wardrobe. The stone tile under the bed that lifts if you push at the right corner. Every little secret I ever buried in that room could be exposed if she gets in. If she touches any of it, if she finds what I’ve hidden… I’ll lose more than just my identity. I’ll lose the only real advantage I still have. But of course, I can’t say that aloud. Not when most of them still look at me like I’m the intruder. I can see it in their eyes—uncertainty, discomfort. Theo hasn’t looked directly at me once since we stepped inside. He keeps glancing at the other one, like she’s the center of his damn universe. I clench my fists. No time for feelings. I need to think. And I need Parker to think, too. I look at him—our eyes meet for half a second—and I push. Not wi