Semua Bab The executioner and the Alpha King: Bab 21 - Bab 30

Sonia’s POV I am furious. That bitch. Who does she think she is? Theo is mine. Mine. Not hers. She did nothing to deserve him. I gave up everything—sacrificed my own bond—just to have a chance with him. And now… he chooses her? I storm through the front door of our house. My father glances up from his newspaper. “Sweetheart, are you okay?” I can’t hold back my rage. I snap. “No! The king found his mate—and it’s not me, Dad!” I choke on a sob. “It should have been me. Me. I rejected Simon so I could become queen! And now a seventeen-year-old nobody, who dares to claim she’s an executioner, shows up and she’s his mate?” I collapse onto the chair across from him, sobbing. “He should reject her. For me. I deserve to be queen. I prepared for this. I want Theo!” Between tears, I glance at my father. He’s frozen in place, staring at me. “Dad, you have to help me… please.” I scoot closer to the table. He slowly sets the newspaper down, removes his glasses, and looks at me. “Did y

Elder Alexander’s POV “Eight hundred years ago,” I begin, my voice echoing slightly in the council chamber, “King Lionel and Queen Sarah gave birth to their first son, Christopher. For the first five years, he was an ordinary child. But as you know, a werewolf’s wolf usually awakens around age ten, when the child is mature enough to handle the transformation.” I pause, letting their attention settle fully on me. “Christopher’s wolf, however, emerged at five. He was magnificent—smart, powerful, and graceful. Despite the wolf’s humility and sense of justice, Christopher himself grew arrogant. He became a spoiled prince who abused the power of his wolf. Eventually, he overthrew his father, locking both his parents and his younger brother in the dungeons beneath the castle.” Gasps ripple through the younger council members. I continue. “Christopher wasn’t an evil king, but he wasn’t just, either. His wolf was tormented—pulled between loyalty and truth. That torment grew worse when C

Theo – POV As we exit the council room, fury burns in my chest. After finally finding my mate—after feeling that bond—they’re telling me I’ll choose another? How is that even possible? “Aries, I don’t understand,” I say, pacing. “If I feel her now—if the bond is real—how could I ever feel the same thing for someone else?” Aries stirs in my mind, restless. “Well,” he finally replies, thoughtful, “Eva said you wouldn’t have a choice. Maybe you’ll be under a spell or influenced somehow.” “We need to start searching the old books too,” I say, giving quick orders to the guards around me. “I want every library in the kingdom reported back to me—locations, access hours, rare collections. Everything.” Parker steps up beside me. “You know I’ve got your back, man,” he says. I clap his shoulder. “I know. We’ll figure this out. We always do.” Out of the corner of my eye, I see Eva walking behind us. I turn toward her. “Are you okay?” I ask, scanning her face. She’s smiling—softly, fain

Third Person POV The door creaked open slowly as the old man stepped inside. His pace was measured, almost heavy, as he passed through the dimly lit lobby and entered the living room. Near the window, with her back to the door, stood a young girl—no older than sixteen. Her blonde hair was neatly braided down her back, and as she turned to face him, her hazel eyes—identical to his own—swept over him with cool precision. “You look tired, Father,” she said softly. Her voice was calm, her expression cold, but a flicker of worry lingered in her gaze. This man, after all, was all she had left. “How was your day?” he asked, lowering himself into the chair beside the table with a quiet sigh. She smiled, her perfect white teeth bright under the golden glow of the room’s single lamp. “It was perfect,” she replied, stepping forward. “Soon, it will all be over.” She pulled out the chair next to his and sat. “I’ve done my part, Father. But honestly, I don’t know how you’ll manage yours.”

Eva’s POV “We should go before the council arrives.” “I’m the king. I enter when I want,” Theo mumbles, clearly a little annoyed. I can’t help the irony that slips into my voice. “I know that, your highness. And thank you for trusting me.” I stand and walk to the door. “However, I need to assess each of them individually, see if they have the stomach to witness the execution. So, I’ll go in first—since, you know, I’m not a king.” “Did you just mock me, little mouse?” Theo asks, standing up. Parker and the others follow. “Now you’re in trouble,” Parker chimes in cheerfully. “Right… he’s going to spank me or something?” “Don’t tempt me,” Theo mutters, his eyes glowing faintly. “And just so you know,” I say, walking in front of them with a smirk, “mice don’t like cheese… and I don’t like mice.” “Duly noted, little angel,” Theo calls after me. “And you might not be a king, but you’re definitely a queen.” “Surely an angel,” Parker whispers to the others. “One with horns and a