บททั้งหมดของ The executioner and the Alpha King: บทที่ 211 - บทที่ 220

Theo’s point of view She’s standing there in the middle of the field—blonde hair shimmering under the afternoon sun, storm-grey eyes locked on mine, wearing the black dress she left in. She looks calm. Too calm. And I know that look—she wears it when the chaos inside her is screaming to get out. Eva. She’s right there. Of course it’s her. I take a step toward her. “That’s not her.” Aries’ voice slices through my mind like claws on stone. “What are you talking about? I blink. She’s literally standing right there.” “Look again.” My gaze shifts to the side—where the wind is softer now, and another girl stands barefoot in the grass. She’s got long black hair, wide blue eyes, and a ridiculous daisy-dotted dress . Unfamiliar. Innocent-looking. Wrong. And yet… “That’s Eva,” Aries says, voice dead serious. “I can feel her. That’s the soul we were born to protect.” Are you out of your mind? I nearly growl aloud. The girl standing in front of me is Eva. Blonde. Grey-eyed. My mate

Theo’s point of view Damn it. The girl holding my hand feels like Eva. Smells like her. Sounds like her. The bond between us is still thrumming through my chest like a war drum. My wolf is calm around her, which should mean something. But the group is split. And worse—so am I. Parker keeps glancing at the brunette. He hasn’t said much, but his silence is screaming. Elias, her own brother, looks like he’s been sucker-punched. Sonia’s eyes flick between the two girls like she’s trying to solve a puzzle with no corners. Everyone is tense. Watching. Choosing sides without saying a word. But me? I don’t know who to trust—my judgment or my wolf’s. The blonde beside me squeezes my hand gently, her voice warm and steady. “Don’t worry, Theo. Just trust your judgment.” I want to. Hell, I need to. “It’s not that easy,” I murmur. “I do feel you. But my wolf says you’re not who you seem to be.” Her expression falters only for a second before she lets go of my hand and nods. “Then do what

Her point of view Gods, they’re all so stupid. I sit beside the mighty Alpha King, watching his pretty little jaw twitch as he wrestles with doubt. And I almost—almost—laugh out loud again when he turns those tortured eyes toward me, begging for something real. Something true. And what does he do? He chooses me. Even if he’s unsure. Even if his wolf whispers otherwise. He still chooses me. Pathetic. Across the room, Parker, Sonia, and Elias are practically frothing. They keep darting glances at each other like they’re planning a coup. I love it. The tension. The cracks. The chaos. Exactly what I was made for. I shift my posture, tuck my chin, and squeeze Theo’s hand just a little tighter—like a proper little wife. “You’re doing amazing,” I whisper to him sweetly. He nods, eyes heavy with guilt and trust and confusion. Delicious. They’ll eat each other alive before this is over. ⸻ I remember the moment the Black Mage told me the mission was finally ready. I hadn’t slept f

Fake Eva’s point of view Midnight settles over the castle like a lullaby. The halls fall quiet, doors creak shut, and the hum of voices fades to soft breaths behind thick stone walls. I wait in my bed—patient, still, smiling in the dark. I’ve memorized the guards’ rotations. Studied their patterns since the moment I arrived. Theo’s door is two turns down the hall. His sleep schedule hasn’t changed in years. He’s exhausted from doubt and drowning in guilt. And tonight… I will give him what he wants most. Me. Or rather—what he thinks is me. ⸻ The door opens without a sound. I slipped the key earlier, while he was distracted. Still clinging to the lie that his precious queen lies beside him during the day. He doesn’t stir as I enter. Shirtless, tangled in his sheets, one arm behind his head. Moonlight pours in through the window, silvering the scar along his ribs. Even his sleep is restless. His brow is creased. I slip beneath the covers like I belong there. His b

Theo’s point of view, The castle breathes around me—silent, shadowed, heavy with the weight of everything I can’t say out loud. I pace the balcony, shirt damp from sweat and the chill night air. My fingers curl and uncurl on the cold stone railing, heart thudding against ribs like a caged beast. Inside my head, Aries waits—always there. Not a physical presence, but as real as my own breath, sitting silently on the edge of my mind like a restless brother watching, waiting. You know exactly what she was trying to do. His voice isn’t loud. It never needs to be. It’s the steady undercurrent beneath every thought, sharp as a blade in a quiet room. I keep pacing, staring out into the dark. “I thought it was her,” I whisper. “She smells like Eva. Feels like her. I wanted to believe it was her.” You let your body speak louder than your instincts. You wanted her so badly, you ignored every warning sign. I close my eyes, the memory flashing hot behind my eyelids—the softness of her bre