Semua Bab The executioner and the Alpha King: Bab 251 - Bab 260

Isabella’s point of view The garden is quiet at this hour, kissed by dusk, wrapped in vines that bloom only for those who know how to ask. I sip my tea. Not because I need it—but because it slows me down. Keeps my hands from shaking when they want to reach for fire. Typical of him. Always dramatic. I feel him before I see him—Nathaniel never did learn how to mask his presence. That white magic hums like a choir when it walks. He steps into the clearing, long coat brushing the grass. Same eyes. Same carefully unreadable expression. It’s been… what, a century? Still arrogant. Still so painfully righteous. “You look the same,” he says as he approaches. I smile over the rim of my cup. “You don’t.” He pauses just long enough to register the barb. Then he sits across from me, fingers lacing over the table like we’re about to play chess. “Isabella.” “Nathaniel.” We sit in silence for a few heartbeats, both pretending we’re older and wiser and unbothered. The tru

Rufus’s point of view So many days on the run. But I don’t mind. They think they’re clever—closing in like hounds. But I’m ten steps ahead. Always have been. I’ve built enough hideouts across this cursed land to make a game of it. They can chase me for centuries, find nothing but dust and illusions, and I’ll still be watching from the shadows, laughing as their hope dies one false lead at a time. I’m in one of my favorites now. This place… it sings with memories. The walls remember her screams. The floor still knows her blood. Nostalgia, really. But it’s time. Time to check in on my little project. She’d better have made progress. If not—well, pain is a language she understands fluently. I stretch out my hands and draw slow circles through the air, whispering the ancient words. The wind stirs, wild and sharp, and a portal tears open like fabric ripped by claws. A second later, she tumbles out—dragged to her knees by the force of my call. “Master,” she breathes, adj

Aries’ point of view I can feel Theo’s frustration pulsing under his skin like a second heartbeat. It echoes through me. He wants this to end. The pretending. The deception. The cursed bond that threatens to break both of us. And I want it too. But not like this. Not with her. I won’t mark the fake. No matter how convincing she is. No matter how her eyes narrow like Eva’s. No matter how her scent was altered with magic. Theo must understand that. I need him to. Even last night, when she barged into his office like she owned the damn place, I felt him waver. His walls cracked for a second. She touched his arm, and I braced myself for the reaction. But I didn’t stir. Not once. Because I trusted him to hold the line. And he did… mostly. I allowed that moment to play out because I believed in his strength. Now he’s awake, dressed, and walking toward the dining room with that same quiet storm of energy. He’s confused, but focused. Haunted, but still fighting. I ride the current of hi

Elias’s point of view I sit on the edge of the stone fountain, the chill of the marble soaking into my bones as Eva speaks. Her voice is low. Tired. Like each word costs her a piece of herself. She tells us everything—the conversation she had with Aries, the warning about the love potion, the countdown. Three days before we lose him. Before Theo loses him. Before she loses him. I watch her hands tremble, her fingers gripping the edge of her coat like it’s the only thing holding her together. Her face is drenched in tears. Real ones. The kind that burn. The kind she never lets anyone see. I’ve seen her fight monsters. I’ve seen her kill. I’ve seen her wear the face of death and make it look effortless. But this? This is the first time I’ve seen her broken. And suddenly, she’s not the executioner anymore. She’s just a girl. A lost girl. My sister. Sonia stands stiff on her other side, arms crossed tightly across her chest. She’s trying to hold herself together, too. Watching E

Parker’s point of view I sit on the windowsill, staring out at the trees beyond the courtyard. It’s quiet. Peaceful, even. But my mind is anything but. Inside, it’s a warzone. I feel like I’m drowning in everyone else’s chaos. And the worst part? I can’t fix any of it. Trixie doesn’t trust me. She’s been distant since the camp. Cold. I don’t blame her. Not really. I did keep secrets. I did let Eva heal me with her blood and swore not to tell a soul. And now, even though I broke that promise for a good reason—Sonia—I still feel like I betrayed them both. Eva… Eva’s unraveling. Slowly, quietly, like a thread being pulled from the center of her. And I can’t reach her. Not the way I used to. And Aries? Aries is falling under a damn love spell. Cesar told me everything this morning—my wolf, always too good at sniffing out other people’s pain. He’s been talking with Aries when I’m asleep, apparently. Don’t ask me how. Wolves have their own network, I guess. The Dream Howl Hotlin