All Chapters of The executioner and the Alpha King: Chapter 191 - Chapter 200

Sonia’s Point of View I don’t like caves. Correction—I hate caves. I hated them before this mess, and I hate them even more now that they come with fog, whispering voices, and enough bones on the floor to qualify as a historical massacre site. The worst part isn’t even the darkness. It’s Parker’s breathing next to me—tight, controlled, like he’s about three seconds from snapping completely. We haven’t spoken much since stepping inside. What’s there to say? We’re both pretending we’re braver than we are, and I’m not in the mood to unpack that emotional suitcase right now. After a few more steps, I stop. “Wait.” Parker’s instantly alert. “What? What is it?” I rummage in my pocket like a raccoon desperate for loose snacks and instead come up with—“Ha.” A flashlight. I forgot I shoved this thing in here before we left the castle. I flick it on. A weak, flickering beam cuts through the thick dark like a tiny sword made of batteries and bad decisions. Parker leans in. “That’s i

Trixie’s Point of View I’ve seen a lot of bad ideas in my life, but standing in front of a glowing flower in a cursed cave with unresolved relationship drama? This might be the dumbest. It’s pulsing now—bright, then dim, then bright again. Like it’s breathing. Or laughing. I take a step back. “Okay… that’s not normal.” Michael rolls his eyes. “It’s a flower, not a bomb.” The moment he says it—of course—the ground shudders under our feet. “Oh, for the love of—” I don’t even finish the sentence before cracks start splintering up the cave walls like veins made of lightning. The light from the flower flares white hot, blinding, making all of us flinch. When the light fades, I realize we’re not standing in a cave anymore. We’re standing in a room made of mirrors. Everywhere I look—my reflection. Endless, stretched, warped in places like funhouse glass, but worse. They ripple like water when I move. And then… They start to change. The reflections don’t show me anymore. They sh

Sonia’s Point of View For a second, I think the screaming has stopped because I broke the spell. Then the ground starts shaking. Not a polite little tremor. A full-on earthquake. “Oh, come on!” I shout to the universe. “Wasn’t the psychological torture enough?” The cracks in the mirrors widen, splintering into jagged spiderwebs of glass, until the whole cave starts collapsing in on itself. And then—because apparently physics doesn’t apply here—the floor disappears entirely, and we’re falling. No time to scream. Just falling. Colors twist around us like someone spilled oil on water. Black, green, violet—too many shades of wrong. And then—WHAM—we’re not falling anymore. We’re lying in a pile of limbs and curses in a muddy clearing somewhere very, very far from where we started. Trixie coughs and rolls off of me. “If I land on you one more time in this lifetime, I’m charging rent.” Michael groans. “Where—what the hell just happened—?” “We got spat out,” I mutter, brushing dir

Eva’s Point of View By the time Theo and Elias burst into the dining room, I’m already sitting at the table, one leg crossed over the other, sipping tea like I have nothing better to do on a cursed afternoon. The flower sits in front of me. Perfect. Whole. Gently glowing. They both freeze when they see it. Theo’s mouth actually opens, which is rare enough that I consider making a note of it in my journal later. Elias leans in first, squinting at the petals like it might explode. “What the—?” I take another sip, watching them over the rim of my cup. “Problem?” Theo blinks at me like I just materialized from thin air. “We just drove an hour through dirt roads to rescue four absolute disasters of wolves chasing that thing.” I hum, noncommittally. Elias points an accusing finger. “You knew.” I don’t confirm. I don’t deny. I sip. The longer I sit here like an inconvenient secret, the more Theo starts to look like he might combust. But I enjoy this too much to ruin

The hidden library looks like someone tried to build a cathedral but got bored halfway through and filled it with books and dead languages. iI’s old but it’s beautiful. And it’s filled with knowledge. At least it’s quiet. For now. We spread out around the long table, the ingredients landing in the center with dull, final-sounding thunks. Dried herbs. Sealed vials. One flower—still fresh, but starting to look like I feel. I watch them all as they gather—Eva steady and unreadable, Sonia lounging like she’s about to paint her nails, Trixie on edge, Parker pretending he’s not anxious, and Lenny… well, Lenny looks like someone dragged him out of bed for detention. And Michael looks as equally miserable as the others. Actually, I don’t think they’re miserable. I think they are scared that we will screw this up. “This is going to end badly,” Parker mutters, eyeing the vials like they’re explosive. “Positive thinking, as always,” Sonia hums. “It’s really inspiring.” “Shut up.” “No, y