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Chapter 49: Royal Skeletons and Cranky Kings
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The executioner and the Alpha King Chapter 85 – Bargains and Bickering
Eva’s POV The sun is relentless. July heat sticks to my neck like a second skin, and my boots make an irritating squelch every few steps from a puddle I stepped in back at the castle gates. I regret wearing black. The kingdom’s square has exploded into a maze of chaos—color, scent, and sound clashing like battle drums. Booths are jammed into every cobbled corner, overflowing with fragrant spices, shimmering fabrics, roasted meats, and glittering trinkets that promise luck, love, or liver regeneration. Theo’s stomach growls again. That’s the fifth time. Sonia is already three stalls ahead, arguing over the price of a dagger-shaped comb. Trixie keeps wandering off to poke anything that sparkles. I’m wedged between them, overwhelmed but pretending otherwise. I’ve survived blood rites, dark prophecies, and death itself—but bartering with a merchant aggressively claiming his “cursed” rings will ward off heartbreak? That’s new. “You’ve been staring at that necklace for fifteen minutes
The executioner and the Alpha King Chapter 84 – The Calm Before
Eva’s POV A warm breeze drifts through the open windows, carrying the scent of baked honey bread, fresh herbs, and roasted meats through the castle halls. Outside, banners in every color ripple in the wind, strung from tower to tower like the kingdom is trying to remember what joy feels like. For the first time in what feels like years, the castle is alive—really alive—with laughter, music, and the disorganized chaos of vendors arriving from every corner of the realm. I lean against the windowsill in the east wing, watching the courtyard below. Dozens of tents are going up in neat rows—well, mostly neat. One lopsided tent looks like it’s losing a fight with gravity, and two knights are arguing over the direction of a flagpole. Children dart between carts stacked with candied fruit and dyed silks, their hands sticky, their voices high and wild. A harassed-looking guard tries to stop a boy from stealing what might be an entire pie. He fails. Behind me, Sonia groans dramatically as
The executioner and the Alpha King Chapter 83 – Green Lies
Elder Jack’s POV The stairs to the lower level groan beneath my boots, each step echoing like a whisper of guilt I refuse to hear. The air down here always smells faintly of mold and damp stone—quiet, forgotten things. Appropriate. The torch in my hand flickers as I turn the final corner of the narrow corridor. The heavy door at the end is bolted from the outside, iron hinges rusted but solid. I pause, resting my palm against the wood. Not Lily. Carol. That’s what I call her now. Over and over. Every day. Until it became truth—not just to her, but to me. Until she smiled when I said it. Until she stopped asking who Lily was. I unlock the door with a metallic clank, and it creaks open slowly, as if the room itself is reluctant to let in the light. Inside, the girl sits beneath the small barred window, humming some broken melody and tracing spirals into the dust on the wall. Her emerald eyes snap to me the moment I enter. She smiles—sweet and blinding and wrong. She looks just li
The executioner and the Alpha King Chapter 82 – The Mask of Obedience
(Elder Jake’s Point of View) The sun barely peeks through the cracks of the heavy curtains when I knock softly on Carol’s bedroom door. “Come in,” her gentle voice calls. She sits at her vanity, brushing her honey-blonde curls with slow, careful strokes. Those hazel eyes catch the early light—so much like mine. So perfect. I almost allow myself a moment of pride before I push it away. My polished boots tap quietly on the wooden floor as I enter. “Good morning, sweetheart.” She looks up and beams, innocent and eager. “Morning, Daddy.” That word still thrills me. She’s mine—shaped exactly how I need her, far from the chaos her mother tried to sow. I step closer and rest a hand lightly on her shoulder. The warmth in my voice is practiced, precise. “I have news.” Her eyes brighten. “Really? Good news?” “The best.” I lean down so she sees me clearly in the mirror’s reflection. “You’re going to the castle.” Her breath catches. “To see Eva?” I nod. “Yes. But you need to
The executioner and the Alpha King Chapter 81 – A Glimmer of Truth
Eva’s POV The ancient library is quiet except for the rustling of pages, the soft crackle of torches, and the occasional thump as someone tosses a book aside in frustration. For the last two weeks, this has been our routine—meeting here, hidden away from prying eyes, trying to untangle a mystery that feels more like a knot with every passing day. “I’m telling you,” Parker says, waving his finger like some grand wizard pointing to a dusty passage about magical twins, “what if one of them is secretly a vampire? Or part elf? You know, glowing eyes and tragic destinies and—” “She has hazel eyes, Parker,” Sonia snaps, pinching the bridge of her nose like he’s about to give her a migraine. “Hazel. Not blood-red or glowing.” Parker slumps in the corner beside Trixie, muttering, “Could still be tragic.” Trixie rolls her eyes so hard I swear I hear a whoosh. “You’d know all about tragic. I’ve seen your attempt at tying a cloak.” Michael stifles a laugh. Lenny, bless him, just snort
The executioner and the Alpha King Chapter 80 – The Final Pieces
Elder Jack’s POV The flickering candlelight casts long shadows across the stone walls of my study. I sit behind my desk, fingers steepled, eyes fixed on the parchment map rolled out before me—my blueprint for chaos. Two weeks have passed since the mirror’s whispers began to reach me through my network of spies. The Queen’s pet executioner and her loyal misfits have found it. I don’t need magic to know what that means: time is running out. I lean back in my chair, smiling faintly. But not for long. Two daughters. Two perfect pawns. One upstairs, sweet and trusting. Hazel eyes, like mine. Loyal to her “father,” and blind to the truth. One beneath, pale and soft-spoken. Emerald eyes, like her treacherous mother. Tamed with stories of illness, of fear. Isolated until she believes the world itself is poison. I’ve split them so carefully—like the blade of a dagger. Sharpened each edge against the other. And when the time comes, I’ll let Eva choose the wrong one. She’ll swing
The executioner and the Alpha King Chapter 79 – The Question Without an Answer
Sonia’s POV I lean against the cold stone wall of the hidden library, arms crossed tight, trying not to sneeze from the dust that tickles my nose. The air smells old—like forgotten secrets and failed hopes. Thick, heavy, and crawling with dread. Across the room, Eva stands by the ancient table where the Queen’s book lies open, its pages faintly glowing, pulsing with the rhythm of the storm outside. Thunder rumbles, like the castle itself is groaning under the weight of our problems. “We’re running in circles,” I mutter, voice barely louder than the rain tapping the windows. “All this talk, and still no closer to the truth.” Theo shoots me a sharp look. “We’re closer than yesterday.” “Are we?” I snap, feeling the frustration curl in my gut. “Because I still don’t know which twin is innocent, and which one was trained to kill us all.” The room goes suddenly quiet. Trixie stops twisting her dagger between her fingers. Parker’s smirk vanishes like someone stole his joke. Even
The executioner and the Alpha King Chapter 78 – The Weight of Truth
Theo’s POV I sit at the table, watching this crazy group eat breakfast and laugh—like a dysfunctional family bound by something deeper than just survival. From the moment I told them we’d be heading somewhere for a serious discussion after breakfast, I could feel Eva tense beside me, like she already knows exactly what I’m about to do. One by one, as they finish eating, they stand up and fall into line, waiting silently for me to lead the way. I rise as well, feeling the weight of their expectant gazes, and without another word, I guide them out of the living room . The castle feels heavier today—like the walls are holding their breath, waiting for something to break. I lead the group through dim, twisting halls, past towering statues of ancestors frozen in stone, their eyes forever watching. Each step echoes in the silence, a slow, steady drumbeat in my chest—part memory, part dread. The weight of what Eva told me last night presses down on me like a stone. “Where are we goin
The executioner and the Alpha King Chapter 77 – Reflections and revelations
Eva’s POV We reach the castle just as the clouds part, letting moonlight spill over the grounds. It feels like stepping out of one world and back into another—familiar, but sharper somehow. The stones underfoot are cold. The silence of the forest clings to us even as the guards open the gate. Inside, the warmth hits like a soft punch. Light. Heat. People. The scent of roasted meat and fresh bread winds through the hallways, and someone—probably Cook—shouts at a clumsy servant behind the kitchen doors. We’re home. Or as close to it as this place ever gets. Dinner is waiting in the smaller dining hall. Trixie snags the first seat and already has a roll in each hand before anyone can protest. “Those were decorative,” Parker says, sitting across from her and stealing one anyway. She stabs him with a butter knife—not hard, but enough to make a point. “Touch my carbs again and I’ll curse your eyebrows off.” “I’ve survived worse,” he says with a shrug. “Besides, I’m pretty sure
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