บททั้งหมดของ The executioner and the Alpha King: บทที่ 141 - บทที่ 150

Eva’s point of view The other guard steps closer and leans down to my window, sniffing the air like he’s trying to place something familiar. “Are you lost?” he asks kindly. His voice holds no malice—just calm curiosity. Just as I remember. This is a pack of peace. “Actually,” I say, offering him a small smile, “we come at the King’s orders. We have business with the Grimson family.” At the mention of that name, his expression tightens. “Haven’t they suffered enough?” he asks, his tone sharper now, protective. “I assure you,” I reply evenly, still smiling, “we mean no harm to them.” He studies me carefully, his brows drawing together as he tilts his head. “That’s strange,” he mutters. “You look like a copy of—” He trails off, eyes narrowing. “But you’re human… traveling with a werewolf… at the King’s orders…” His voice fades again as something shifts behind his eyes. He goes still, probably mind-linking his alpha. A tense silence stretches out between us. I don’t move. Final

Sonia’s point of view I watch Eva trembling in her mother’s arms, and for once in my life, I don’t feel the need to crack a joke or roll my eyes. I never thought I’d see this day—Eva, of all people, crying into the shoulder of the woman who gave birth to her. And no, I don’t envy her. Not even a little. She looks like someone dropped her into a blender full of emotions and forgot to put the lid on. But she’s Eva. She’ll manage. And if she can’t, well… that’s why she has me. My attention drifts to the boy—the brother. Elias. Angry little storm cloud in a teenager’s body. I get it, kind of. His long-lost sister shows up after fifteen years, looking like she just walked out of an undercover mission and expecting a family reunion. Not exactly subtle. He storms outside like it’s a soap opera and he just got written out of the will. Eva hesitates, torn between going after him and staying with her mother. Her knuckles are white at her sides. I step in. “I need to get something fr

Eva’s POV “Shhhhhh!” Sonia hisses beside me, grabbing my sleeve like an overeager child. “They’ll hear you.” Behind me, I can feel Elias’s eyes drilling holes into the back of my skull. That boy definitely took after me—glare first, questions later. The front door creaks open, and Samantha greets the visitor with a soft bow, her posture suddenly formal. “Alpha,” she says, “welcome to my humble home. Please come in.” A tall man steps inside, sharp-suited and sharp-eyed. He scans the room quickly, then zeroes in on me. I straighten instinctively. He walks right up to me—and to my surprise, bows. Deeply. “My Queen,” he says with a voice like gravel smoothed by diplomacy. “I am Alpha Dimitri. Had I known you were coming, we would have prepared properly. I must apologize for not greeting you in accordance with your rank.” I lift my hand and gently place it on his shoulder. “Please. We’re actually on a mission. But I must ask—how do you know who I am?” He straightens and gives a kn

Elias’s POV I watch her as we all get into the car, heading off to… well, we don’t actually know where we’re going. That’s the fun part of life with an executioner, apparently. Mystery tours and danger included. She walks with so much confidence. Like she owns the whole damn road before she’s even touched the gas. She takes the wheel like it’s nothing, like she’s done this a thousand times before. Probably has. I stand next to her in the front seat while my mother, father, and Sonia cram into the back of the Jeep. We agreed on one car—safer in numbers, apparently. Or at least, it feels safer, like we can all protect each other better this way. She turns to me and grins. “This car doesn’t move unless everyone’s seatbelt is on.” I laugh under my breath. So predictable. She’s like a bossy older sister. Technically, I guess she is—two years older than me. I was barely a year old when they took her. I don’t even remember her being here, not really. Just flashes of stories told too man

Eva’s POV I stop the car slowly, careful not to jolt my passengers awake. Let them have a few more minutes of peace before the circus starts. Stepping out, I stretch like an old cat, joints popping in protest. Honestly, I should get a medal for this. Drove all night, didn’t kill anyone, didn’t fall asleep at the wheel. Truly a wonder of nature. And then I see them. The Three Musketeers, standing like they’re about to pose for a dramatic portrait. I almost laugh. Mason, Zach, and Nathaniel—all in one place. What could possibly go wrong? I smile, already feeling my cheeks start to ache. Too much smiling lately. Must be catching whatever Sonia’s got. “Mason,” I say, walking over to him first. His hug is warm, steady, exactly like I remember. “I’m glad to see you.” “Me too, kid. Me too.” He pulls me close and presses a kiss to my forehead like I’m still ten. For a second, I let myself lean into it. Feels… safe. Weird, but nice. Next is Zach. Always looks like he’s either about to