Lahat ng Kabanata ng The executioner and the Alpha King: Kabanata 241 - Kabanata 250

Aries’s point of view I sit in my quiet corner, trying not to let this fake-Eva nonsense get under my fur. Deep breaths. Steady thoughts. I remind myself that I’m a damn wolf, not some hormonal pup swayed by a pretty face and a tear or two. And then she has to drop that bomb. She has a wolf. Seriously? Now she’s trying to force a wolf into the game? What’s next—a miracle pregnancy? I reach out cautiously, sensing for the presence behind her eyes. Her wolf. If that’s what it really is. Because knowing who she is… this has to be a trap. She’s cooking something. And whatever it is, it won’t be good for Theo—or me. “Hey there,” I say gently, the moment I feel her stir. “What’s your name?” She whimpers, fragile. “You don’t want me. Why? Have I done anything wrong?” “I didn’t say that,” I answer, holding my voice steady. “I just asked your name. My name is Aries.” Trying to be the bigger wolf here. Trying to play fair. “I know your name,” she snaps. “And I also kno

Eva’s point of view Two days. That’s how long we’ve been chasing shadows with no leads, no progress—just mounting tension thick enough to suffocate us all. I’ve been avoiding the dining room like it’s cursed. Sonia too. Not because the food is bad—though the eggs are questionable—but because Michael’s usually there, and she doesn’t want to look at him. I don’t blame her. Honestly, I’m heartbroken for them. They were a beautiful couple once—chaotic, dysfunctional, constantly arguing—but beautiful in their own weird way. And now? We’re split right down the middle. Me, Sonia, Elias, and Parker… on one side. Michael, Trixie, and the rest of them—drifting somewhere further away by the day. I see Parker sometimes when I pass the hallways. He always looks like he’s about to say something, but then swallows it and walks the other way. There’s a new heaviness to him, like regret built a house on his shoulders and moved in for good. And Trixie? She hasn’t looked at him in days. Broken trust

Parker’s point of view I walk toward the dining room, fists clenched in my pockets. I’m so damn tired of this. Of all of this. It’s not enough that Trixie looks at me like I’ve betrayed her every time we’re in the same room—now Eva and Sonia are avoiding the dining room too. It used to be our meeting point. Our place to be… normal. Now it feels like enemy territory. I feel alone. Isolated. Cut off from everything that once made sense. Cesar, my wolf, keeps whispering updates he picks up from Aries. It’s like eavesdropping through a broken radio. That’s how I find out what the girls are doing. But it’s not the same. It’s not enough. I feel like I’m losing my best friend. And that… that hurts more than I want to admit. As I enter the hall, I spot her. Fake Eva. Sitting at a long table, daintily eating berries like she’s the goddess of breakfast. The way she holds herself, all smug confidence and delicate movements—it makes my blood boil. She’s not a queen. She’s a liar in a bor

Fake Eva’s point of view That stupid, smug bastard—Parker. He really thought I’d fall for his sad little boy act. Smile at me, tilt his head just right, and I’d melt like the others do. Please. I know he doesn’t trust me. And honestly, I don’t understand why. He’s not connected to her. His bond shouldn’t reject me. By all logic, he should be on my side. But he’s not. Either he doesn’t see me as Eva… or he simply trusts Sonia more than Theo, more than his own mate. Weak. Predictable. Infuriating. Trixie, on the other hand? Oh, she still believes I’m Eva. I can tell. But she’s staying away from me—not because she doubts me, but because she doubts herself. Her instincts are shaking her foundation, and that’s delicious. She’s fragile. Soft. Definitely not a threat. Which means… I can focus on the real target. I walk back into the dining room with practiced ease, weaving past servants and fake smiles. My destination is the buffet, but not for breakfast—not for me, anyway. I’m maki

Michael’s point of view I shouldn’t have followed her. I told myself I’d stay away today. Give Sonia space. Let her breathe, cool off, maybe come back to me when she’s ready. But I didn’t. I followed her like some desperate idiot, heart in my throat, praying that whatever this distance is between us—whatever this thing that’s grown in her—isn’t permanent. I spotted her in the hallway just as I turned the corner. She was standing toe to toe with Eva. And I froze. They weren’t just talking. They were fighting. Sonia’s words were harsh. Defensive. Like Eva was some kind of enemy. Like she couldn’t stand to breathe the same air as her. I didn’t understand it then, and I still don’t. Because Eva is Eva. She’s the girl we all fought for, bled for, laughed with . She has a wolf now. She carries the goddess’s gift. What more proof does Sonia need? Then came her words, sharp and poisonous. “Of course he is wrong. He doesn’t see you for who you really are.” I felt that like a pun