All Chapters of The executioner and the Alpha King: Chapter 171 - Chapter 180

Eva’s point of view I wake up with sunlight creeping across my face, warm and soft, like a kiss I forgot I missed. For once, I don’t feel cold or distant. I feel content… fuzzy around the edges. I try to shift, but I’m trapped. Theo’s arm is locked tight around my waist, like he’s afraid I’ll vanish if he lets go. His whole body is curled around mine, possessive, protective—mine. Honestly, I’m not going anywhere. I could stay tangled up with him like this forever. He stirs against me, his voice still rough with sleep. “Morning, sunshine.” I huff a laugh. “Are you talking to the actual sun? Because I’m not sunshine, Theo. More like… moonshine.” His hand slides lower, from my stomach to the space between my thighs. His fingers stroke the sensitive skin there, deliberate, lazy, like he’s taking his time choosing how to ruin me. And then I feel it—his cock pressing hard between my thighs, thick and heavy, begging for attention. This time, I do smile. I roll my hips backward into

Theo’s point of view By the time we leave the bedroom, the hallways are empty. Not surprising—it’s almost noon, and everyone else is probably downstairs already, plotting, fighting, or stuffing their faces. Eva’s fingers slide over my wrist as we walk, teasing. Testing. “Stop it, woman,” I growl against her ear. “Unless you want to go back upstairs and get railed against the windows.” She laughs like I amuse her. “Hold your horses, King. You’ve had enough for today. Now we eat. Then we work.” I mutter something very un-kingly under my breath. Enough? As if. We’ve barely scratched the surface of what I want to do to her. My whole damn body’s still buzzing, and it’s not from the lack of coffee. We take the elevator from the fifth floor down to the ground floor, the ride slow, deliberate, like the universe itself is conspiring to edge me. Eva leans casually against the wall, pretending she’s not the reason my self-control is currently hanging by a thread. As the doors ope

Trixie’s point of view If anyone had told me I’d be celebrating my eighteenth birthday in a goddamn castle surrounded by wolves, witches, executioners, and a king who looks like he was carved out of sin, I probably would’ve laughed them out of the room. Yet here I am. The ballroom doors swing open, and my jaw nearly hits the floor. Theo really outdid himself. The whole place looks like something out of a forbidden fairytale—towering crystal chandeliers dripping with light, velvet drapes pulled back to reveal moonlit windows, tables piled with more food than I’ve seen in my life. And the drinks? Endless. I’m talking fountains of champagne (for the adults) and trays of sparkling juice clearly labeled “Trixie-safe” just to piss me off. But the best part? Everyone’s here. The whole wild, dysfunctional mess of us. And then—chaos. “HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO YOU…” They’re singing. All of them. Badly. Theo’s off-key. Michael’s outright yelling it like he’s at a rugby match. Sonia’s giggling

Parker’s point of view I don’t remember carrying her out of the ballroom. I remember grabbing her. I remember the sound of everyone losing their collective minds. I remember Elias cursing under his breath like he was ready to drag me out back and put me down like a rabid dog. But the only thing I feel is her. Trixie. My mate. Mine. And the worst part? I already knew. This morning, when I woke up, something had shifted. I felt that tug in my chest, that quiet roar underneath my skin—the bond, snapping into place like a key turning in a lock. But I didn’t say anything, because I wasn’t sure if it was real or just wishful thinking. I thought—hell, I hoped—it was just nerves before her birthday. But when she turned toward Elias at eight o’clock sharp? My whole fucking soul cracked open. I’ve never known fear like that. Like my heart was about to stop beating right there in front of everyone. And then that wicked little smile. Just kidding…mate. I’m going to ruin her for that.

Eva’s point of view The party’s still roaring behind me when I slip out into the garden, the laughter and music trailing after me like sticky honey I can’t quite shake off. Too much noise. Too much… feeling. I don’t usually mind crowds. I don’t usually mind anything. Detached is my natural state, sharp edges wrapped in apathy. But tonight feels different, like someone’s been slowly unwinding the threads inside me, pulling knots loose that were never meant to come undone. I don’t like it. I sit on the edge of the fountain, twisting my fingers in my lap, staring at the ripples moving across the water like they might spell out answers if I watch long enough. For once, there’s no sword in my hand. No blood on my clothes. Just this stupid dress, too much lace, the faint stickiness of wine on my palm. What the hell is happening to me? “Thought I’d find you here.” I don’t even turn when Elias’s voice breaks the quiet. Of course it’s him. He’s the only other emotionally constipated