Lahat ng Kabanata ng The executioner and the Alpha King: Kabanata 91 - Kabanata 100

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

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

Selene’s POV The warmth of my daughters’ embrace still lingers on my skin as we step into the circle near the fountain, where the entire courtyard has gathered to witness the final truth. The crowd stands tense and silent—soldiers, villagers, pack leaders, Theo, Parker, Sonia… all of them watching. But my eyes are on Eva. She doesn’t speak. She doesn’t need to. Her presence is a blade—sharp, steady, impossible to ignore. She stands in the center like the storm’s calm eye, and I, for once in decades, step willingly into the tempest. “You know who the killer is,” she says, her voice low but clear enough for all to hear. I don’t answer right away. My gaze drops to the cobblestones beneath my feet. How many steps have I taken to get here? How many nights in the dark, with Carol fading upstairs and Lily screaming in her room down in the dungeons ? Finally, I raise my head. “I do. I’ve always known.” The crowd stirs, murmurs rising like wind through leaves. Eva turns to me, eyes fixed

Elder Jack’s Point of View They’re fools—all of them. I stand pressed against the cold stone wall of the throne room’s far corner, my eyes fixed on Eva, but my thoughts whirl like a tempest. The murmurs of the Elders swirl through the air, their glances sharp and accusing. Selene’s arm around Lily, protective and possessive, churns something dark inside me. For years, I’ve been two steps ahead. Every lie, every betrayal, every false trail was laid to keep them chasing shadows while I pulled the strings. But now? Just one brief slip—and Eva has torn through my façade. My fists clench behind my back. I force calm into my face so no one can see the fire burning beneath. Selene. I curse the name in my mind. She should have stayed broken, locked away in darkness—useless. I should have finished what I started. I glance at Carol, sitting quietly with downcast eyes—just like I taught her. Obedient. Still mine. I twisted her mind until she believed her sister was dead, and that I was al

Lily’s Point of View I don’t know where the lies end and I begin. The halls of the castle stretch endlessly around me, each step echoing like a heartbeat I can’t claim as mine. Parker walks a few paces ahead, silent for once. Theo is beside me—tall, unreadable, a storm tucked into a king’s frame. I can feel the heat of his presence, but not the comfort. I’m too numb for comfort. They said I’m not who I think I am. That I’m not Carol. That I’m Lily. And that I’m a killer. But that’s impossible. Isn’t it? “I… I don’t remember any of it,” I whisper, the words tumbling out before I can stop them. My voice sounds too small, too young. “I was sick. He told me I was too weak to leave my room. That the world outside would hurt me.” Theo glances down, his expression tight. “You were locked away.” I blink at him. “To protect me.” “No.” His voice is firmer now, lower. “To control you.” I want to laugh. Or cry. Or scream. But all I manage is a hollow, shaky breath. My memories are sh