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Chapter 203- Quiet Before the Storm
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The executioner and the Alpha King Chapter 307 – Whispers on the Wind
Kostas’s point of viewThe whispers reach me before the wind changes. News travels fast between packs, carried by wandering wolves and late-night phone calls, and this morning it comes like a spark in dry grass: the Alpha King is in Greece.Not just anywhere. He’s close. Searching.I sit at the edge of the veranda, boots crossed at the ankles, watching the sea stretch endlessly in front of me. The November sun glows softer here than anywhere else I’ve ever been, warm but not scorching, like the land itself knows how to cradle its people. Yet even in this calm, the weight of the rumor settles heavy in my chest.The Alpha King does not travel lightly. He moves with purpose, and his presence is always a storm.I hear the door creak behind me before the scent of my father hits—oak, leather, and salt. Alpha Paris rarely makes a sound unless he chooses to, but I know his steps better than anyone. He joins me without a word, gaze fixed on the same horizon I’ve been staring at.“You heard?” I
The executioner and the Alpha King Chapter 306 – The Girl They Took
Isabella’s Point of View She thrashes like a wild animal. Screaming. Kicking. Biting. But the magic net holds. Barely. Nathaniel grits his teeth, sweat dripping from his brow as he fights to keep the spell together. “She’s too strong… this shouldn’t be possible!” “She’s possessed,” Malcolm growls, his eyes glowing gold. “She’s not alone in that body.” Simone laughs. But it’s not her laugh. It’s a man’s. Cold. Cruel. Echoing. “She is mine,” the voice says. “You’re too late. She belongs to me, she is me. And we will destroy all of you. ” Lily flinches. “Did you hear that?!” “We all did,” I whisper, stepping closer. “Let me try.” “Isabella—” Nathaniel warns. “I know what I’m doing.” I stand inches away from her face. And i lift my hand slowly towards her heart. The moment I touch her, the cold burns through me like frostbite in the veins. Simone’s head jerks toward me, eyes black now, not red. “You can’t have her,” I whisper. “She doesn’t belong to you. Sh
The executioner and the Alpha King Chapter 305 – The Girl Behind the Veil
Nathaniel’s Point of View The air here isn’t air at all. It’s thick. Heavy. Like breathing through smoke and cobwebs spun by nightmares. I reach for Isabella’s hand as we approach the shimmer of the veil, the last border between this world and the place Simone has been hidden in. Protected. Forgotten. Imprisoned. “I don’t like this,” Isabella whispers. “It’s too quiet.” Beside us, Malcolm and the twins—Lily and Carol—stand alert. Even their wolves are still, sensing the wrongness around us. The veil pulses. My fingers tremble as I reach into my coat and pull out the small crystal blessed by the Goddess. The one she said would “cut through lies.” I press it into the shimmer. The world ripples like water disturbed. Cold wind blows back our hair and robes, and I hear it: the scream of a girl too long lost in shadows. Isabella gasps. “That’s her.” I nod once, and we step through. ⸻ It’s not a forest or a prison or a tower. It’s something much worse. It’s a memory
The executioner and the Alpha King Chapter 304 – Common Sense and Unwanted Queens
Eva’s Point of View The sun rises lazily above the horizon, bathing the olive grove in a warm, golden glow. The cicadas hum. Salt lingers in the air. I stretch my limbs and tie my hair back as Kostas tosses me a wooden training staff. “You’re up early,” he says, smiling. “Most people come here for the sleep-ins and ouzo.” “I’m not most people.” He snorts. “Clearly.” We begin circling each other, feet silent on the packed earth. I strike low—he dodges. I feint, swing high—he blocks. We go back and forth for minutes until I start noticing something strange. He’s pulling his hits. His blocks are half a second too slow—intentional. His stance? Slightly open, giving me easy opportunities. “Kostas,” I say, frowning, “are you going easy on me?” “No.” “Yes, you are.” He hesitates, then gives me a sheepish shrug. “You’re pregnant, Eva.” I blink. “I’m still capable of breaking your ribs,” I mutter. He chuckles. “Noted.” We continue, though I push harder now, challenging him. A qu
The executioner and the Alpha King Chapter 303 – Minotaurs, Moist Rocks, and Michael’s Regrets
Sonia’s Point of View “Okay, listen up!” I clap my hands in front of the group like an overexcited tour guide on the verge of a nervous breakdown. “According to local legends, the cave up ahead is the one where Zeus was born and raised.” Michael narrows his eyes at the jagged rock formation ahead. “Born in a cave? Raised in a cave? So what, he was the original bat-child?” I glare at him. “It’s sacred. Show some respect.” “This is how horror movies start,” Lenny mutters, adjusting the straps of his backpack. “One overenthusiastic woman with a weird obsession with old gods leads seven idiots into a dark hole and only the camera survives.” I beam. “Thank you for volunteering to be the comic relief. Now move.” Theo raises an eyebrow, his arms crossed. “How long is this going to take?” I shrug. “Depends how many ghost goats and labyrinth spirits we meet.” Marcus deadpans, “Perfect.” We step inside the cool mouth of the cave, our shoes crunching against loose gravel. The light dim
The executioner and the Alpha King Chapter 302 – The Labyrinth Seeker
Sonia’s Point of View I wake up in Crete with aching feet, a full heart, and a slightly irrational urge to kidnap a history professor. After a whole day of trudging across Santorini’s dreamy white cliffs and a night ferry ride that made Michael threaten to throw up every ten minutes, we’ve finally landed on this myth-soaked island—and I don’t care how tired everyone is. I need to see everything. They can search for Eva. I’m searching for magic. “You know,” I say over breakfast, stirring my coffee with unnecessary intensity, “if we die here, make sure they bury me near the caves.” Theo looks up from his eggs, half-asleep. “What caves?” “The caves,” I say, eyes sparkling. “The caves. You know—the ones where the ancient labyrinth was supposedly hidden? The one with the Minotaur? The one Daedalus built? That labyrinth.” Marcus grunts. “She’s broken.” “I’m serious!” I slap the table dramatically. “I don’t care if it collapses on my head. I need to see it. I didn’t come to the isla
