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Chapter 88 – The Chase and the Calm
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The executioner and the Alpha King Chapter 89 – Nothing Is What It Seems
Eva’s POV I stand near the fountain, the water trickling like a whisper behind me, but everything else in the square feels too loud. My hand still tingles from the vision—if I even want to call it that. A memory not mine, soaked in blood and something darker. Theo returns at last, flanked by guards. His shirt clings to his chest, sweat-soaked and creased. But the girl beside him looks untouched by the chaos. Calm. Collected. She walks like she’s never run in her life. The green dress is the same. But her eyes— Emerald. Not hazel. My pulse skips. My breath catches. Is this the same girl? Or… is this someone else entirely? Michael leans toward Parker, whispering, “Wait, didn’t the one who ran have brown eyes?” “Hazel,” Parker corrects. “Jake’s eyes. But this one—” he squints, frowning. “She’s got green.” “That’s the fashion now?” Lenny mutters. “Matching eyes and trauma?” Sonia elbows him. “Not now.” I take a breath and step forward, slowly. The girl meets my gaze and smiles
The executioner and the Alpha King Chapter 88 – The Chase and the Calm
Theo’s POV She actually has the nerve to run. One moment she’s frozen beneath Eva’s touch—then she bolts like a deer startled by gunfire. And I follow without thinking. “Guards!” I roar, already pushing through the crowd. “Lock down the market—don’t let her out! Green dress! Hazel eyes! Move!” Vendors flinch. Stalls shudder as boots crash past them. Fruit rolls underfoot. A pyramid of oranges collapses in a blur of color. My guards fan out, but the crowd is thick and she’s fast. I catch glimpses of her—just the flutter of green silk vanishing between stalls. Too quick. Too smooth. Like she’s done this before. No—not Carol. Not anymore. Somewhere to my right, Parker’s voice cuts through the chaos. “You three—circle the fountain! You, on the stairs! If she gets past you, I swear—” His commands are sharp, efficient. Parker knows how to control a crowd. He’s driving the search like a man possessed. He must’ve seen her too. Footsteps slap behind me. “Are we chasing a girl or a gh
The executioner and the Alpha King Chapter 87 – Shadows Behind Her Eyes
Eva’s POV The afternoon light spills across the market square in soft gold, turning dust into glitter and banners into streaks of dancing color. Laughter rises from a nearby puppet show. A child runs past me with a sticky sweet in one hand and a wooden sword in the other. The world smells like caramel and roasted garlic. But i see none of it. My attention is locked on the girl in the green dress. Carol. That’s the name Jake gave her. But the name doesn’t fit the shape standing before me. “She’s… weird,” Michael mutters, half-laughing. “What’s she doing?” Lenny nudges me with a sugared elbow. “Are we just going to stare at her like creeps or—?” “Quiet,” I say. They fall silent. Theo steps closer, his voice low and close to my ear. “Eva, what’s going on?” “She’s not what she’s supposed to be.” I can feel it. Magic—subtle, but old. It coils around her, invisible to everyone else. It isn’t protective, like the kind that wraps around a hidden child. It’s something
The executioner and the Alpha King Chapter 86 – Dresses, Drama, and Hazel Eyes
Eva’s POV I think I’ve stepped into someone else’s fever dream. The boutique is a labyrinth of lace and velvet and whispered chaos. Dresses shimmer like hanging spells along every wall. Perfume and candle wax cling to the air like a second skin. I’m standing near the entrance, boxed in by racks of gowns taller than me, while the rest of them disappear into silk and madness. Trixie twirls in front of the mirror in a gown made of golden thread and unnecessary drama. “Does this say warrior princess or ballroom demon?” “Both,” Michael mutters from somewhere under a pile of chiffon. “Which is terrifying.” Parker groans from an ottoman, three dresses draped dramatically over his head like mourning veils. “I’ve lost the will to live. Bury me with whatever that is in your hands, Lenny.” Lenny grunts. “That would be the twelfth bag of ‘discount enchanted perfume.’ I think it smells like betrayal.” I stand quietly by a full-length mirror, fingers brushing the hem of a pale blue
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
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