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Chapter 91 – The Edge of Triumph
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The executioner and the Alpha King Chapter 94 – The Heart Remembers
Selene’s POV For a moment, the world is only breath and light. I reach the bottom of the stairs, the stone cool beneath my feet, though the sun warms my face like a blessing. And in front of me… are my daughters. Carol stands stiffly, her green dress rippling with the wind like a flag caught between past and future. Her lips are parted in disbelief, her eyes wide with a hope she doesn’t yet dare to trust. And Lily… my Lily. Dressed identically, clutching her elbows, shoulders high with tension. Her face flickers between recognition and fear, the lies in her mind beginning to crumble, but not yet gone. I stop at the final stair. “My babies…” I whisper, and the sound breaks something inside me. They don’t move. They just stare. I take one trembling step onto the courtyard stones. Then another. My feet feel heavy, as if the past clings to my ankles, trying to pull me back down into silence. But I move anyway. “I dreamed of this,” I say, my voice barely louder than the wind. “Ev
The executioner and the Alpha King Chapter 93 – The Queen’s Gambit
Eva’s POV The moment the palace doors open, time freezes. She steps forward slowly, each footfall deliberate, regal, and utterly damning. Selene. Dressed in white. Her blonde hair woven into the same braid she wore in the old portraits that hung, dust-covered and forgotten, in the council chambers. Her green eyes glow beneath the afternoon sun like polished emeralds. She walks as if pulled by fate itself—unshaken, unafraid. Even the guards flanking her falter, like they’re escorting a ghost they never expected to meet. Gasps ripple through the courtyard. I don’t look at the twins. I don’t glance at Theo, or Sonia, or Parker—frozen near the fountain like statues waiting for the verdict of gods. My eyes stay fixed on one man. Jack. He has stopped breathing. His spine is rigid, mouth slightly open. The color drains from his face, and in that moment, I see it—not just disbelief, but fear. Real fear. Good. I let the silence grow heavy. Let it settle over the crowd like fog thic
The executioner and the Alpha King Chapter 92 – The Confidence of the Condemned
Elder Jack’s POV She’s bluffing. I watch Eva with narrowed eyes, savoring the slight twitch at the corner of my lip — a smile that speaks of impatience and disdain. Around us, the crowd holds its breath, frozen like spectators awaiting a hanging. Little do they know how carefully this moment has been crafted. “A surprise,” I repeat, voice dripping with condescension, slow and deliberate. “You really think a little flair and drama will save you from your failure?” Eva doesn’t flinch. Her gaze slides coldly over me, then shifts to the palace beyond, like time itself obeys her will. She stands there, poised and unyielding, a blade sharpened for the kill, not a desperate woman grasping at theatrics. I scoff under my breath. Decades. That’s how long I’ve waited for this. No one has bested me in decades—not since I took what was mine by right. Since I bent fate and forged alliances in the shadows, unseen but unbreakable. Not since I bound a mate who never wanted me. Not since I shap
The executioner and the Alpha King Chapter 91 – The Edge of Triumph
Elder Jack’s POV At last. The chaos behind me fades like a distant storm, the discordant cries of confusion and the clumsy scrambling of guards dissolving into a dull hum. The stunned faces of the council, frozen in shock, blur around the edges of my vision. They are nothing but background noise to the masterpiece I have composed. Years of careful weaving have led to this moment, every calculated move aligning perfectly. My hand rests gently on the shoulder of the girl beside me—Lily, masquerading as Carol. The emerald eyes that mirror her mother’s shimmer with the delicate balance of fear and innocence I’ve so painstakingly crafted. Every lie, every truth mixed and measured, has brought her to this stage. Across from us stands the other—Carol, the true innocent, bewildered and alone, wearing the green dress meant for her sister. Her gaze flickers uncertainly, trapped in a world she barely understands. Eva watches, her eyes darting between them, searching. But I see what she cann
The executioner and the Alpha King Chapter 90 – The Wrong Path
Carol’s POV I run like crazy. My feet pound the forest floor, each step slapping against damp earth and tangled roots. Behind me, the sounds of shouting and market chaos grow smaller, swallowed by trees and wind. Birds scatter overhead. A branch snaps underfoot. I clutch the hem of my green dress to stop it from catching on brambles. Why did Eva look at me like that? Why did Theo chase me like a criminal? My father said they would lie. That they’d twist everything. He told me not to trust them—not even Theo. He said Eva had killed people, that she didn’t feel anything. That she was dangerous. But… something about the way she looked at me—it wasn’t anger. It was curiosity. A hollow opens ahead. Just like he described. Thick oaks wrapped in moss, a dip in the land barely visible unless you knew it was there. Nestled in the hollow is the carriage. Black, silver-trimmed, waiting like a coiled snake. Two guards stand at attention outside. I recognize the insignia on their col
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
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