Semua Bab The executioner and the Alpha King: Bab 261 - Bab 270

Eva’s point of view I close my eyes the moment I hear them leave the room. I want to scream. I want to break something, hit someone, do anything to fight this feeling crawling up my throat like bile. But instead… I just swallow it. I feel lost. And I need to stop. I need to stop feeling like this—like I’m breaking into a thousand sharp pieces that will never fit back together. Maybe Sonia’s right. Maybe Elias is too. Maybe I do need rest. Clear my mind. Breathe. Become the executioner again. I force my body to relax and let the darkness cradle me. I don’t dream—executioners don’t dream—but tonight… I do. A blinding white light crashes into me like a tidal wave. It doesn’t hurt, but it pulls. Pulls me up, through the fog, through the pain, until I land—of course—on the same green field I always come back to. The sky here is too blue, the grass too perfect. The kind of place that shouldn’t exist outside memory. The farmhouse stands ahead, hazy and glowing like a promise I stopped

Nathaniel’s point of view “This is the third place you swore he’d be,” I mutter, eyeing Isabella with a mix of frustration and concern. “Well,” she murmurs, narrowing her tired eyes at the empty clearing, “he was here. But apparently he isn’t anymore.” She sounds exhausted, like she hasn’t slept in days. Her posture is proud, regal even—but her face is pale, jaw tight, and hands clenched at her sides. I’ve known Isabella a long time. Long enough to recognize when she’s barely keeping it together. “There’s one more place,” she adds, her voice quieter now. “If he’s not there, we’ll have to change strategy.” “Lead the way,” Lily snaps from behind us, arms crossed, always the sharp one. “Time’s not exactly on our side.” Isabella whips around with a glare that could melt steel. “Do I look like I give a fuck, little girl? You came to me for help. So mind your tongue before I rip it out and shove it where your attitude comes from.” Lily’s mouth opens, probably to throw back something

Sonia’s point of view “To see through the mirror, you must first break the one within.” Nathaniel’s words ring in my ears as I pace through the hallway, my palms clammy and heart hammering in my chest. The truth has weight—crushing, suffocating weight—and I feel it pressing against my ribs like a cage. The spell he gave me wasn’t meant to be used lightly. But this isn’t light. This is darkness dressed in a crown and smiling with Eva’s face. Except… she’s not Eva. Not our Eva. Not Theo’s Eva. And now I have her name. Britney. I step into the room where they’ve all gathered. Theo’s standing near her—near it—his hand curled protectively around her waist. Her eyes flash when she sees me, like she knows something’s wrong. Good. She should. I don’t bother hiding my disgust anymore. “Can I speak with you?” I ask her, keeping my voice calm, even. Deadly. Fake Eva tilts her head with a smirk. “Of course, Sonia. What’s on your mind?” She brushes imaginary dust from her dress, every mo

“The Mirror Lies, But the Blood Knows” Trixie’s point of view I feel like someone ripped the sky off my world and showed me the real stars for the first time. Eva stands across the room—silent, breathless, and herself. Her real self. The cold smirk is gone. The false glint in her eyes, vanished. No more polite venom or fake affection. Just Eva. The one I fought beside, bled beside. The one I doubted. I was so sure she changed. Turns out, I was just looking in the damn mirror. I sit cross-legged on the stone floor, picking at the loose threads on my leggings. Parker sits beside me, unusually quiet. Which is weird, because this is normally where he’d insert a joke about brainwashing or how he always knew something was off, but of course couldn’t say anything because of “reasons” and “secrets” and “mysterious brooding powers.” But now… he just looks tired. “So,” I say, finally breaking the silence. “You gonna tell me what that ‘reason’ was? Or should I keep pretending I don’t al

Theo’s point of view I don’t understand what the hell is wrong with everyone. Sonia keeps looking at me like I’ve betrayed her. Parker barely speaks. Even Elias avoids my gaze like I’m contagious. They keep insisting—whispering, arguing, pleading—that the woman beside me is not Eva. But when I look at her, I see everything I’ve ever loved. The sharpness in her eyes. The power beneath her calm. That beautiful, deadly calm that’s always drawn me in like a flame. I see her scars. I see her pain. I see my mate. “She’s not Eva, Theo,” Sonia said this morning, her voice trembling like glass about to shatter. “You’re under a spell.” I laughed. “Don’t be ridiculous.” “She tricked you. She’s not her.” “She is.” I growled. But even as I said it, something inside me shifted. Just for a second. A flicker. A pause. And then… she touched my hand. The moment her fingers wrapped around mine, the doubts vanished like smoke. Her scent wrapped around me—warm, dark honey and stormy nights.