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Chapter 300 – The Voice in the Tide
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The executioner and the Alpha King Chapter 301 – Operation Beach Hunt
Theo’s Point of View Santorini looks like it fell straight out of a dream. Whitewashed buildings stacked like sugar cubes against a backdrop of endless blue. Sunlight dances on the sea, and the air smells like wine, salt, and every reason to stop searching and just stay forever. But I’m not here for paradise. I’m here for her. And I don’t even know where here is. Parker steps off the ferry next to me, sunglasses sliding down his nose. “Okay. Not to be dramatic or anything, but if I lived here, I’d never tell anyone either.” Michael groans. “Great. So she could be anywhere with a coastline, eating olives and painting sunsets, while we’re out here playing Guess That Beach.” “Maybe it’s not about the beach,” Elias says thoughtfully. “Maybe it’s a metaphor.” Lenny perks up. “Like… the sea is actually her soul, and we have to dive deep into—” “Lenny,” Marcus deadpans, “if you say soul dive one more time, I’m pushing you into the caldera( which is a volcanic crater).”
The executioner and the Alpha King Chapter 300 – The Voice in the Tide
Eva’s Point of View The canvas dries under the sun, and I stare at it, unsure if it’s finished or not. The waves came out softer than I intended—more dream than sea—but maybe that’s okay. The cabin, tucked in the corner with its faded roof and the flowers I didn’t plant but pretend I did, looks… cozy. Safe. Like a memory I’ve never had. I bite my lip. “Artemis?” “Yes, my darling?” Her voice is far too smug today. “Does it look stupid?” “Stupid? No. Delicious? Yes. I would lick that painting if I had a tongue.” I snort and cover my mouth with paint-stained fingers. “Please don’t ever say that to anyone else.” “Why not? I told you, I once licked a statue of Apollo. Marble cheeks are surprisingly—” “Nope. Don’t finish that sentence.” “You’re no fun.” I roll my eyes, pick up the canvas, and start toward the main house. Paris is out front repairing a loose gate with Nikos when I reach them. His salt-and-pepper hair is tousled, and there’s a streak of dirt across his shirt. He
The executioner and the Alpha King Chapter 299 – A Voice from the Past
Theo’s Point of View I can’t sit still anymore. Dreams are something, not nothing. I know her soul reached for mine. Even if she didn’t recognize me… even if she said she didn’t love me… she dreamed of me. That has to count for something. Aries agrees. He hasn’t shut up in my head all morning. “We act now. While she’s still dreaming of us.” So I call them all. By midmorning, we’re gathered around the long war table in the strategy room. Not for battle. Not for politics. For her. Parker. Trixie. Michael and Lenny. Elias. Marcus. And Sonia. The air is thick with worry, but there’s something else beneath it—determination. “She’s alive,” I start. “And I think… I think she reached me last night. In a dream.” Trixie leans forward, eyes wide. “Like a real dream? Soul-to-soul kind of thing?” I nod. “She didn’t know who I was. She told me she didn’t love me. But she was there. We were on a beach. The sky was orange. Sunset, I think. She looked like herself… but different. Sof
The executioner and the Alpha King Chapter 298 – If You Don’t Remember Me
Theo’s Point of View A week has passed. Seven days of silence. No sign of her. No bond. No voice. Nothing. Just the slow suffocation of hope. Nathaniel says she’s safe. That the spell took her somewhere protected. That we shouldn’t interfere. That we should give her space. But how am I supposed to breathe in a world that doesn’t have her in it? I’m Alpha. I’m king. I’ve led armies and bled for my people. But I’ve never felt so useless. The castle feels heavier with every passing day. Every corridor echoes with her absence. I can still hear her voice in the halls, like a ghost just out of reach. She’s gone. And worse… she chose to be. I lie in bed, staring at the ceiling, the weight of the silence pressing down on my chest. I haven’t slept properly in days. The bond was quiet before, but now it’s gone completely — as if something has been severed. Not cut. Muted. “I miss you,” I whisper to the empty room. “I’m sorry. I’m sorry I didn’t protect you from me.” The moonlight
The executioner and the Alpha King Chapter 297 – The Pull of the Tide
Eva’s Point of View The pack house smells like roasted garlic, warm bread, and too many stories I haven’t heard. The laughter echoes through the stone walls and wood beams like it’s been waiting for generations to stretch its legs. I step inside and nod politely as Kristina waves me in from across the long table. Kostas is already sitting, arguing over something ridiculous with Katerina — I think it’s about whose turn it is to wash the breakfast dishes from yesterday. I sit beside Kristina, and a plate is placed in front of me without question. Grilled fish, lemon potatoes, and bright vegetables dripping in olive oil. It smells like home. Not my home. But someone’s. “Everything alright, dear?” Kristina asks quietly, as the others fall into another round of laughter. I nod once. “Yes. Thank you.” I don’t mention the painting. I don’t tell her about the man who came to life beneath my fingers. I don’t know how to explain him. Instead, I eat slowly. I listen. I smile when it fe
The executioner and the Alpha King Chapter 296 – The Man in the Water
Eva’s Point of View The door clicks softly behind Kristina, and silence returns. The kind that wraps itself around your skin like a damp shawl. Familiar. Too familiar. I stand there for a long time, still holding the canvas as if it weighs more than it should. Then I place it by the window, letting the late afternoon sun spill across it. I open the box of paints. The bristles of the brush are soft, untouched. Waiting. I don’t plan anything. My hands move on their own. I dip the brush in water, swirl it into pale blue. A whisper of sky appears on the canvas. Then deeper blue, layered over it like memory pressing down on joy. The sea begins to take shape, stroke by stroke. Wide. Endless. Alive. I mix in grey now. Not too much. Just enough to show the wind. Just enough to say: this is not paradise. This is a memory of it. I add the curve of the shoreline next — soft and subtle. The sand is warm beige, with hints of burnt gold. Not perfectly even. No real beach is. I paint it mes
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