All Chapters of The Alpha's executioner: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Elara’s pov It's another morning and it came with another news of death. I yawned and stretched my body, waking up is the hardest moment of my day. The second hardest moment is leaving my bed but responsibilities can not be overlooked. Going through my early morning routine, I wondered out loud to myself, ‘who is it this time? It has to be someone really important if the news of his death has warranted the alpha setting up a meeting early this morning with the elders”. “Well, yes. It's the commissioner in charge of intercontinental trade, Mr Cassian and his corpse, or what remained of it was found close to our security post”, my maid responded. I startlingly turned to look at her, unaware of her arrival . “Our security post? How did his body arrive there and our security didn't see the killer or the attack? How do we explain this to people? We ought to fire everyone on the security team, this is outrageous”, I replied, my voice laced with a bit of anger. “Um, Ma. Are you ready

Hello old friend Ronan’s povI startled and stumbled backwards, my blood ran cold. It wasn’t dramatic. No grand slip, no heroic defiance. Just one misplaced step, heel catching air where the floor should have been, and suddenly I was down. The impact rattled through my spine, sharp enough to steal my breath and ignore the distance.For a heartbeat, I didn't move.The wolf didn’t either. We stared at each other, unblinking.My chest rose and fell too fast, the sound of it loud in my own ears. The wolf’s eyes burned red in the dark, steady and patient, as if time itself bent around it. There was no snarl. No warning growl. Just that stare and still chaos.Death had an aura, I realized. Not chasing.Not frenzied but complete stillness .The air pressed in on me, thick and suffocating, I think I'm having a panic attack.My instincts screamed that I wasn’t alone. That the darkness beyond the windows was crowded. Watching. Waiting. I could feel it, a presence on all sides, like teeth

ELARA'S POVThis is the first time in a long time I have returned from a hunt without a kill . This is the first time in a long time that my heart beats erratically.And my body thrums with impatience and warmth.Ronan? Ronan!It was truly Ronan. His lips were painfully familiar and his kisses held the reminder of my deadly addiction to him.A taste I had force-fed to memory, then tried to poison. I thought him dead, along with everyone I have ever known. I closed up that part of my heart that had known him and only him, brick by brick, until it was a silent tomb.Now, he is back. And I nearly killed him.I still would have killed him if he was going to rat me out to my husband. The thought ,a cold stone in my stomach. It is the truth. The wife, the mother, the weapon—all of them would have done it to protect the greater mission.But he isn't going to. He is going to help me burn it all down. The promise hangs in the air of my mind, beautiful and fragile as a soap bubble. And just

RONAN'S POVI watch her walk away.She doesn't look back. Of course she doesn't. That's not who she is anymore.My hand goes to my throat. Comes away red. Just a little blood. She barely pressed.But she could have. She had every reason to. And she didn't.I stay against that tree for a long time, watching the space where she disappeared. The forest is quiet. My heart is not.She's real.The thought hits me like a physical thing. I slide down the trunk, crouching, head dropping forward.She's real. She's alive. Last night wasn't some broken part of my brain finally snapping. The kiss happened. Her mouth on mine, her hands in my hair, the sound she made—I press my palms into my eyes.She's real.I pull out my handkerchief, press it to my neck. Look at the blood. A thin line, already drying.A laugh escapes me. Quiet. Disbelieving.This woman. This woman who just held a blade to my throat and meant it. Who looked at me across her husband's desk like I was a stranger, then dragged me i

RONAN'S POVSimon West! Simon West!!Your time is ticking, motherfucker. Fast.It's sprinting.I've been watching this man for three days. Three days of my life I'll never get back. Three days of memorizing the way he walks, the way he talks, the way he fucks, the way he chews his food like a goddamn cow.---Day one: office. Home. Bed. Boring. I followed him home. Watched him walk through the door to a pretty house with a garden and a swing set in the back. Watched his wife greet him at the door. Watched her kiss his cheek like he was something precious.I stayed until the lights went out and even further._____Day two: office. Home. Bed. Still boring.He went to work. Came home. Had dinner. Watched a movie with his kids on the couch. Fell asleep with his youngest on his chest.I watched from the tree line.Nothing._____Day three: office. Home. Fucked his wife like a machine. I stayed in my hiding place and wanted to claw my own eyes out as I tried not to think about it. Tried n