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Chapter 102 — “The Eyes That See”
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The executioner and the Alpha King Chapter 108 – The Huntress in the Drawer
Eva’s Point of View I leave Parker in his room, still dazed from our recent brush with death—or whatever version of it that forest arrow was trying to deliver. He’s been quiet since the healing, processing things behind that calm face of his. I get it. Sharing blood changes more than just chemistry. My room is still the same. Clean. White. Sparse. The kind of space where nothing lingers too long—not dust, not mess, not memories. I close the door behind me and toe off my boots. The silence wraps around me like a second skin. I walk across the wooden floor and stop in front of the nightstand. One drawer. I open it slowly. There’s a folded handkerchief, an extra hair tie, and an old pen that doesn’t work anymore. I brush them aside and feel the familiar cool metal against my fingertips. I lift it carefully, like it might disappear if I move too fast. A necklace. Gold chain, delicate. A single charm—Artemis, the goddess of the hunt. The only piece of my real family I have left.
The executioner and the Alpha King Chapter 107: The Blood Bond
Eva’s point of view Next on my list are Parker and Sonia. I want to show them their rooms and go over the house rules before anything else. The camp might be hidden in the middle of nowhere, but that doesn’t mean we get to live like animals. Structure matters. Even in the woods. I start with Sonia, whose room is right next to mine. The door creaks as I open it—I’ll have to remind the groundskeeper about that—and Sonia walks in slowly, glancing around like she’s trying to map the place with her eyes. The room’s simple: wooden bed, small desk, fresh linens folded on the chair, and a window that overlooks the southern forest line. She doesn’t say much, but I notice her touch the curtains like they’re something fragile, something rare. Comfort, maybe. Safety. “Dinner is served in the main hall at six sharp,” I tell her. “There’s a bell. Don’t miss it unless you want to eat leftovers with the raccoons.” She cracks a smile and nods. That’s a good sign. Next, I walk across the c
The executioner and the Alpha King Chapter 106: Arrival
Eva’s point of viewThe wheels of the carriage creak and rattle as we pass under the arching trees that guard the entrance to the hidden camp. The road is narrow, shadowed, and lined with tall stone markers etched in ancient runes—wards that keep this place cloaked. I lean out slightly, brushing a hand against the ivy growing on one of the posts. The magic pulses faintly. Still strong. Still working. “We’re close,” I say over my shoulder. Parker and Sonia sit behind me, both silent, both alert. The journey has been long, but the silence feels heavier now—as if we’re crossing into something sacred. The second carriage bumps along behind us, carrying Selene and the twins. I can hear soft chatter and the occasional giggle from Carol—it’s the most sound she’s made since the verdict. Lily is quieter, but not stiff. Selene holds them both like she’s afraid they’ll vanish. The camp emerges slowly through the trees. Simple stone buildings, open training circles, long wooden benches unde
The executioner and the Alpha King Chapter 105: A Road Watched by Shadows
Eva’s point of view It’s been a week since Jack vanished. A whole week since we turned the entire Kingdom upside down looking for him, only to find air and silence. No footprints, no scent, no trace. The bastard disappeared like smoke in the wind. We even searched him before locking him in the dungeon—how the hell did he sneak in a relic? And the guard? Gone. Just gone. No signs of struggle, no remains. Just an empty chair and a cold cup of tea. I sit on the edge of my bed, staring at the suitcase resting by the door. It’s not much—just enough for a few days at the camp. A change of clothes, some emergency runes, and a knife tucked beneath a rolled-up scarf. Theo insisted on packing food. He even slipped in a jar of honey with a note: “In case things get bitter.” Idiot. Today’s the day we escort Selene and the twins to the hidden camp. The plan is simple: travel light, stay unnoticed. Only Parker and Sonia are coming with me. Theo stays behind—he’s the king, and more importantly, t
The executioner and the Alpha King Chapter 104 – “You Should’ve Started with That”
Jack’s point of view I pace the length of the cell for the tenth time in the past hour, my bare feet slapping against the cold stone. I swear, if I have to stare at these moldy bricks another minute, I’ll start talking to the rats. No food. No visitors. No dignity. Just me, rotting in a hole like a common criminal. I grind my teeth. Me. Elder Jack. Reduced to this. At the end of the corridor, the guard shifts in his chair and kicks his feet up onto a little wooden table, right next to an empty mug that still smells like cheap tea. I watch him through the bars—lazy, distracted, yawning. Perfect. I reach into the folds of my tattered robe—right where I stitched the pocket no one searched. My fingers curl around cold stone, pulsing faintly with unnatural heat. The relic. A gift from shadows. Or maybe a curse. I no longer care which. I whisper the words, the ones the dark mage taught me under moonless skies. “Sath’re val ek dahran.” A shimmer. A hum. And then—click. The
The executioner and the Alpha King Chapter 103 – A Cell Too Quiet
Eva’s POV It’s late afternoon, but the castle halls still buzz with movement—servants carrying linens, warriors pacing like they’re trying not to eavesdrop, and someone upstairs arguing about soup that smells suspiciously like swamp water. I could use a bowl. Or maybe just the quiet that comes after eating one. Instead, I feel it again—the subtle tingle in my head, the council calling. “They’re ready,” I say aloud, already turning down the corridor. Parker groans from behind me, still nursing a second cup of lukewarm tea. “Great. Nothing like a post-trauma tribunal to wrap up a long day.” Michael adjusts his hoodie like he’s about to head into a boxing ring. “Are we voting this time? Or just shouting our opinions until Mason sighs dramatically again?” “Probably that one,” Trixie mutters, brushing a crumb off her sleeve. We gather again outside the throne room. This time, the mood is tenser. No girls to protect. No fragile mother to comfort. Just the ugly root of it all: Elder J
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