All Chapters of The executioner and the Alpha King: Chapter 311 - Chapter 320

Paris’s point of view The dining room is quiet after dinner, the usual chatter subdued as the night thickens outside. Candles flicker, casting elongated shadows across the polished wood floor. I watch Eva retreat to her cabin, her silhouette merging with the soft moonlight, and a thought gnaws at me: if she truly is the one the Alpha King searches for, I must be ready. I rise and call my closest men to the office. Kostas, always eager, arrives first, his eyes alert, wolf instincts twitching beneath his calm exterior. Nikos follows, serious and steady, always measuring his words before speaking. Alecos, my Beta, enters with silent precision, the kind of presence that can stop a room without raising a hand. Mihalis, our Gamma, last, carrying the weight of caution and experience alike. I close the door behind us. Silence falls. “Sit,” I command softly, and they obey, knowing this is no ordinary discussion. “The Alpha King has left the last island,” I begin, voice measured. “He is n

Paris’s point of view The pack house is quiet now, the dinner dishes cleared and the last embers of the fireplace casting flickering shadows across the walls. I stand by the large oak table in the study, Kostas at my side, Nikos pacing with measured frustration, Alecos leaning against the doorframe with arms crossed, and Mihalis seated, his expression contemplative. The subject is heavy: Eva. The girl we’ve come to protect, the one who may be the Alpha King’s mate, though she doesn’t yet know it. “She’s just a guest,” Nikos begins, his voice edged with impatience. “Why are we even discussing contacting the King? Let her live her life here undisturbed.” “Because,” I counter, leaning against the desk, fingers drumming, “if she truly is the one, hiding her could put her in danger. We cannot ignore the possibility. The King will find her, one way or another. Do we want that encounter to be chaotic? Or controlled?” Alecos shifts, his gaze steady. “Controlled means we decide when and

Eva’s point of view The office is quiet, sunlight falling in golden slivers across the polished wood of Paris’s desk. I sit on the couch, knees drawn slightly toward my chest, feeling the weight of anticipation pressing against my chest. Kostas, Nikos, and Kristina are around me, quiet but alert, their eyes fixed on me in ways I’ve learned to read: protective, curious, and slightly wary. Paris leans back in his chair, fingers steepled together, gaze fixed on me. “Eva… there’s a story I need to tell you. One that might explain why you are here, why they’ve begun to suspect you are the one the Alpha King is searching for.” I raise an eyebrow, silent, letting him continue. My wolf, Artemis, hums softly in my mind. I already know the story. I’ve lived it, in fragments at least. But hearing it aloud… gives it weight. “Many years ago,” Paris begins, voice steady, “ a girl was born . One girl who was unlike any other. She was an executioner. Not just in the sense of punishment, but in s

Eva’s point of view The sun rises slowly over the horizon, casting soft gold across the waves. The sand is still cool beneath my bare feet, damp from the night. I inhale, letting the salty breeze fill my lungs, grounding me, bringing a strange sense of peace that I haven’t felt in weeks. I walk slowly along the shore, feeling each step sink slightly into the sand. The waves lap at my ankles, gentle and insistent, whispering secrets I cannot yet hear. My thoughts are heavy, tangled, spinning around the same question I’ve been trying to push away: what is best for the baby? Artemis hums softly in my mind, her presence a warm, steady pulse. Eva… you’re thinking too much. “I can’t help it,” I whisper. “Everything I’ve done, everything I’ve survived… it was never about me alone. And now… now there’s this life depending on me.” Yes. Her voice is calm but firm. The baby. It changes everything. You feel the weight because it is real. Because you care. I stop walking, letting the

Theo’s point of view The night is thick and heavy, the kind of darkness that presses down on the shoulders and fills the lungs like water. We’ve just finished searching the last island, combing every corner, every shadow, every whisper of magic, and I can feel it: she’s close. So close that my chest aches, yet impossibly distant, teasing me with the barest brush of her presence. Aries paces inside me, restless. She is here, Theo. I can feel her. So near… I rub my eyes, exhaustion burning in my muscles, yet my body refuses rest. “I know, Aries,” I mutter, voice hoarse. “I can feel it too. But damn it, why can’t I reach her?” Aries growls low in his throat, the vibration almost painful in my chest. Because she chooses not to be reached. She hides herself, even from me. Even from you. I slump against the railing of the ferry, the wind tangling my hair, carrying salt and cold over my skin. “Hiding. Always hiding. Why, Eva? Why now? After everything, after all this…” My hands clench