All Chapters of The executioner and the Alpha King: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Eva – POV My alarm starts soft—delicate piano notes rising gradually in volume. I picked the melody to ease myself into the day, but it still feels like I’m dragging myself out of a coffin. I shuffle downstairs like a zombie and jab the coffee machine’s start button, then crawl back upstairs and into the shower. Now this—this is my one favorite part of the morning. Hot water, pounding over skin, steam curling around me like a cloak. Ten minutes of peace. Ten minutes of pretending the world doesn’t exist. Once I’m dressed and sufficiently caffeinated, I slide into my car and start the drive toward the castle. The road winds through dense forest, and as it opens up, I catch my favorite view—snow still clings to the mountain peaks like a stubborn memory of winter, while everything below bursts into green. Fresh. Alive. Someday, I want to retire by the sea. A tiny cottage. No alarm clocks. Just paint and silence. But that’s a dream. Today, I have work. I reach the castle gates at 8:

Theo – POV I wake up with a jolt, my body humming with energy I can’t explain. Aries is already pacing in my head, his presence unusually electric. “Wake up, Theo. Wake up! I can feel the mate bond. She’s close!” My eyes fly open. “What?” I sit up straight. “What do you mean you can feel her? Is she in the castle?” “Not that close,” he says, sniffing the air like he can taste her on the breeze. “But she’s powerful. I can feel her from here. That’s not supposed to happen, Theo. Normally the bond only activates with close contact.” “Maybe it’s because you’re powerful,” I mutter, rubbing the sleep from my face. But I’m not calm. My heart is pounding. After four long years of waiting—of silence—could this really be it? “Get up. Shower. Dress. Unless you want me to shift and run us to her butt-naked.” “Alright, alright. Calm down, boy.” I chuckle, dragging myself into the shower. “I’ll take you to her.” “No—you mean I’ll take you to her. And Theo… I’m not wrong. She’s something el

Eva – POV With a swift move, I position myself in front of the large man and place my hand on his head, opening my channel to the Elders. One by one, all twelve connect. A blinding light floods my vision—and suddenly, I’m in a forest. The man stands before me, locked in battle with three rogues. Just beyond him, a young woman clutches a baby by a tree, her silent tears glinting in the moonlight as she shields the child. “Run,” he tells her. “Go to our future house. I’ll meet you there.” He clears a path, and she runs. He finishes off the rogues—but then eight more emerge from the trees. They overwhelm him. He falls. I snap back to the cell. “You’re a Ripper,” he whispers, staring at me like I’m a ghost. “And you’re a fool,” I retort. “By keeping silent, you endangered their lives. What were you thinking?” “That I woke up in a cell with no idea where I was or who had captured me,” he replies, defensive but not hostile. I turn to Theo. “This man is innocent. He has a wife and

“Back to the point,” I say. “Your office is the most loaded one. In total, I found and destroyed eleven hidden cameras and fourteen microphones. Most were in the hallways. I cleared your office too, but I left two mics and planted one camera of my own. We’ll get him.” “Eva…” Trixie whispers again. “You’re glowing.” I look down at my hands—they’re already starting to glow. Damn it. Mary was on a journey three days away, so sex wasn’t an option. “What can we do?” Theo approaches, but doesn’t dare touch me. “Well, usually I just have sex and they calm down. But now I need a good fight with someone who’s ready to feel pain.” “What do you mean, sex?” Theo’s suddenly right in front of me, his face inches from mine. This is going to be fun to explain. “You know, Theo,” I smile at him, “when two people are mated or they like each other, they have this thing called sexual intercourse and it’s like—” “I know what sex is,” he cuts me off, his tone sharp. “Good. Then what’s the problem?

“Your room is next to mine on the fifth floor,” Theo says, pushing the elevator button. We ride in awkward silence. “Soooo…” He stiffens a laugh. “Yes?” i ask. I raise my eyes to meet his. Damn, he looks good. His well-trimmed hair is a little messy, and somehow, it works for him. “When will you turn 18?” “On my birthday.” The elevator stops, and I step out. “Really?” he follows behind. “You actually have a birthday? I thought the stork brought you.” I laugh uncontrollably. “Right or left, Your Highness?” “Depends on whose room you want to sleep in,” he whispers, close to my neck. I feel his warm breath on my skin, and my heart races. A shiver runs through my belly. This is not happening, I think. I’m feeling too much—too fast. It’s not normal for me. Something’s wrong. I quickly step back, putting space between us. “Okay, Casanova. My room. You still have to wait until October 23… if I really am your mate.” “Six months,” he mutters. “I can do that.”