All Chapters of The executioner and the Alpha King: Chapter 301 - Chapter 310

Sonia’s Point of View I wake up in Crete with aching feet, a full heart, and a slightly irrational urge to kidnap a history professor. After a whole day of trudging across Santorini’s dreamy white cliffs and a night ferry ride that made Michael threaten to throw up every ten minutes, we’ve finally landed on this myth-soaked island—and I don’t care how tired everyone is. I need to see everything. They can search for Eva. I’m searching for magic. “You know,” I say over breakfast, stirring my coffee with unnecessary intensity, “if we die here, make sure they bury me near the caves.” Theo looks up from his eggs, half-asleep. “What caves?” “The caves,” I say, eyes sparkling. “The caves. You know—the ones where the ancient labyrinth was supposedly hidden? The one with the Minotaur? The one Daedalus built? That labyrinth.” Marcus grunts. “She’s broken.” “I’m serious!” I slap the table dramatically. “I don’t care if it collapses on my head. I need to see it. I didn’t come to the isla

Eva’s Point of View The sun rises lazily above the horizon, bathing the olive grove in a warm, golden glow. The cicadas hum. Salt lingers in the air. I stretch my limbs and tie my hair back as Kostas tosses me a wooden training staff. “You’re up early,” he says, smiling. “Most people come here for the sleep-ins and ouzo.” “I’m not most people.” He snorts. “Clearly.” We begin circling each other, feet silent on the packed earth. I strike low—he dodges. I feint, swing high—he blocks. We go back and forth for minutes until I start noticing something strange. He’s pulling his hits. His blocks are half a second too slow—intentional. His stance? Slightly open, giving me easy opportunities. “Kostas,” I say, frowning, “are you going easy on me?” “No.” “Yes, you are.” He hesitates, then gives me a sheepish shrug. “You’re pregnant, Eva.” I blink. “I’m still capable of breaking your ribs,” I mutter. He chuckles. “Noted.” We continue, though I push harder now, challenging him. A qu

Isabella’s Point of View She thrashes like a wild animal. Screaming. Kicking. Biting. But the magic net holds. Barely. Nathaniel grits his teeth, sweat dripping from his brow as he fights to keep the spell together. “She’s too strong… this shouldn’t be possible!” “She’s possessed,” Malcolm growls, his eyes glowing gold. “She’s not alone in that body.” Simone laughs. But it’s not her laugh. It’s a man’s. Cold. Cruel. Echoing. “She is mine,” the voice says. “You’re too late. She belongs to me, she is me. And we will destroy all of you. ” Lily flinches. “Did you hear that?!” “We all did,” I whisper, stepping closer. “Let me try.” “Isabella—” Nathaniel warns. “I know what I’m doing.” I stand inches away from her face. And i lift my hand slowly towards her heart. The moment I touch her, the cold burns through me like frostbite in the veins. Simone’s head jerks toward me, eyes black now, not red. “You can’t have her,” I whisper. “She doesn’t belong to you. Sh

Kostas’s point of view The engine rumbles beneath me, low and steady, a heartbeat in sync with the sea wind whipping through my hair. I glance at Eva beside me, helmeted and tense, and can’t help the grin that spreads across my face. She’s holding on tight, but the faint curve of her lips tells me she’s excited. Nervous, maybe, but alive in a way that makes my chest tighten. “This is your idea of fun?” she shouts over the roar, laughter hidden beneath the sound. “You’ll tell me when we stop!” I yell back, swerving slightly along the coastal road, hugging curves with the precision that comes from years of practice. She clutches my waist a little tighter, and I feel her pulse against me. A strange, grounding warmth in the cool November air. We ride down to the town, wheels humming over asphalt and scattered leaves. Shops are just waking up, their windows fogged and fragrant with fresh bread and coffee. I park the bike outside a small café whose aroma alone could make someone forget

Paris’s point of view The office smells of old leather and polished wood, a faint hint of cedar in the air. The curtains are drawn, letting in a thin slice of sunlight that falls across the desk like a spotlight on the quiet storm about to unfold. Eva sits opposite me, calm, yet I can see the flickers of curiosity in her eyes. Kostas left reluctantly, giving me a pointed look that says he knows exactly why I requested this private talk. “Eva,” I begin, keeping my tone even, “you’ve been here for a few weeks now. You’ve grown accustomed to our home, our routines, yet there are… questions I need to ask.” She tilts her head, studying me, calm as ever. “Questions? About me? I’m not sure there’s anything unusual here.” I let out a slow breath, choosing my words carefully. “Unusual or not, there are… rumors that the Alpha King has arrived on the mainland.” My eyes search hers. “He is searching for his mate.” Her expression flickers, a micro-movement almost too subtle to catch. But I