Lahat ng Kabanata ng The executioner and the Alpha King: Kabanata 221 - Kabanata 230

Sonia’s point of view I clench my jaw as the door slams shut behind me with a thunderous bang. Good. Let it echo in his ears. How dare he question me? I pace the room, fists balled, my steps sharp against the wooden floor. My blood’s still boiling from our fight. Michael always thinks he knows better, like his intuition trumps reality, like his heart can’t be tricked. He thinks he’s so smart. But he has no idea what I’ve been through. What I’ve seen. What I’ve had ripped out of me, layer by layer, just to earn the right to say, “I know.” He has no clue. And yet he stands there accusing me—me—of being blind. I squeeze my eyes shut, trying to push the image of his stunned face from my mind. But it lingers. He says I don’t trust him. No. That’s not it. I don’t trust his judgment. I know which Eva is real. I know it with a clarity that goes deeper than sight or logic. I felt it. I was purified. I walked through fire and shadows and came back raw and screaming—but clean. I can

Trixie’s point of view I slam the bathroom door harder than I need to and lean against it, trying not to scream. My hands are shaking. My heart is pounding. And all I can think is: He chose her. He chose her over me. I kick off my shoes and peel off my clothes with jerky, angry movements. The water hisses as I twist the shower knob to the hottest setting, steam billowing around me. I step in before it’s even ready, letting the sting of the heat slap my skin. Good. Let it burn. Let it scrub away this jealousy. This pain. This shame. I hate how I feel. I hate that I’m this girl—jealous, insecure, second-guessing every word, every look. I’ve never been like this before. Not until Parker. Not until he showed up with that crooked smile and promises I wanted to believe. I run my hands over my arms, scrubbing harder, like I can wash him off me. Like I can peel away every thought of Eva. Every whisper. Every look they’ve shared. Why does he protect her like that? Why won’t he tell m

Eva’s point of view As I step out of the elevator, my face is dry, but the ache behind my eyes betrays what happened upstairs. I blink it away and stride into the dining room like I belong here—because I do, dammit. Still, my gaze sweeps the room automatically, searching. One table: Elias and Sonia, heads close, whispering like it’s a secret war room. Another: Theo, Parker, Michael, Marcus… and Trixie. That’s already bad news. Trixie and Parker are sitting miles apart like their chairs are allergic to each other, and Michael is glaring daggers at Sonia like she stole his favorite sword and stabbed his pride with it. Perfect. Just perfect. The little impostor already won her first battle—she split us up. I walk toward the sibling table without sparing Theo a glance and drop into the seat beside Sonia like I haven’t just shattered into pieces an hour ago. “All good?” I ask, brushing her hand lightly with my fingers. Her eyes scan me like a scanner set to ‘emotional damage.’ “I c

Eva’s point of view “Wow,” Sonia whispers, eyes wide as she glances around my room. “So that’s why the bathroom has a full-length mirror… and here I thought it was just for sex.” I nearly choke on a laugh. I can’t afford noise—not now. “Focus,” I whisper, pressing a finger to my lips. We don’t know if someone’s guarding the hallway. I move quickly across the room, heading straight for the closet. As I push aside my old clothes, I hear Sonia and Elias gasp behind me. Yeah. Exactly. “No wonder you didn’t want anyone to find this,” Elias murmurs. “Help me get them down,” I instruct. “You two handle the papers—I’ll find something to carry them in. We have to move fast before someone smells us.” I walk over to the bed and drop to the floor, reaching underneath until my fingers brush the box I stashed there forever ago. I drag it out and toss the shoes inside onto the bed, clearing space. Then I join them at the closet, careful not to damage the fragile papers pinned to th

Eva’s point of view We walk quickly but carefully, trying not to draw too much attention as we head toward the hidden library. There are too many eyes on us lately, too many whispers in the hallways. Every step feels like it’s watched. I still can’t believe I forgot about the mirror. It was one of the most important relics Queen Sarah left behind—part of the prophecy itself. And I, the so-called chosen one, let it slip from my mind. Brilliant. At least I’m not alone in this anymore. Sonia moves beside me with quiet determination, her expression sharp, her energy focused. I glance at her briefly and feel a spark of gratitude. I understand now why the goddess chose her to stand at my side. She’s not just loyal—she’s brilliant. I’m lucky to have her in this chaos. We finally reach the quiet hallway where the grand tapestry hangs, concealing the door to the hidden library. I touch the edge, and it pulls back with ease. We step inside. But something’s wrong. The air feels… off. H