All Chapters of The executioner and the Alpha King: Chapter 341 - Chapter 345

Nathaniel’s POV The camp feels alive again. Children run between the cabins, sparring partners laugh as they drop their wooden swords, and the summer breeze carries the smell of pine and fresh bread from the kitchens. For once, there is no darkness pressing down on us—only anticipation. I stand in the training hall, sunlight slanting through the tall windows. Before me, chairs are set in a loose circle. Slowly, they fill. Samantha and Carl enter first, side by side, though Carl keeps glancing at her as if making sure she isn’t about to vanish. Selene and Zach follow, Zach’s hand resting protectively on her back. They sit across from each other, exchanging polite nods but also that nervous, shared curiosity that binds all parents when they wait for news. When the room settles into silence, I take a breath. “Thank you all for coming. I know you’ve been waiting, and today I can finally give you answers.” Samantha leans forward, her hands trembling in her lap. “It’s about Eva, isn’t i

Eva’s POV The castle towers rise above the trees like a memory I once tried to bury. For so long, I thought I would never return here. And yet, here I am, and I am not alone. Our convoy rolls slowly into the courtyard, Theo at the forefront with Sonia and Michael hand in hand, Parker with Trixie, Lenny with Elias, all of us riding together, a united front. The engines cut off, and immediately, the castle’s inhabitants bow low in respect—warriors, servants, even children kneeling, heads lowered. The sight steals the air from my lungs. I glance around, taking in the familiar faces of my friends and mate, and the weight of home hits me full force. Sonia gives me a reassuring squeeze of her hand, Michael grins, Parker winks at Trixie, and Lenny leans slightly into Elias. I swallow hard, overwhelmed by how right it feels to be surrounded by them all. “Eva!” Samantha’s voice cuts through the quiet awe. “Carl!” My mother and father burst through the castle doors, running across the cour

Eva’s POV Sunlight spills across the room, warming the sheets as I wake beside Theo. His arm drapes over me, fingers brushing my shoulder, and for a moment, the world is still, quiet, perfect. I stir, letting him nuzzle my neck, breathing in his warmth. “Morning,” he murmurs, voice thick with sleep. “Morning,” I whisper back, pressing closer, savoring the simple intimacy. Then laughter—sharp, bright, irresistible—drifts from the garden. My eyes snap open. I frown, curiosity pulling me toward the balcony. Below, chaos unfolds like a scene from a painting I can’t stop staring at. Lenny is sprawled on the grass, Paris crouched atop him, roaring with laughter as he tackles him again and again. My young son—my heart wrapped in small human form—is gleefully squealing, delighted by every second. His name, my tribute to a man who once became like a father to me, feels weighty and full of meaning as I watch him. His tiny fists slap at Lenny’s shoulders as he giggles uncontrollably. Sonia