All Chapters of The Alpha's executioner: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

Elara's pov His mouth was on my neck, my collarbone, the space between my breasts. His hands moved down my sides, slow and deliberate, like he was trying to remember every curve of my body. I arched into him, my fingers tangled in his hair, pulling him closer.He kissed his way down my stomach. I felt his breath warm on my skin, and I shivered. He looked up at me, his eyes dark, and I nodded. I didn't need to say anything. He knew.When his mouth found me, I gasped. My hand flew to the back of his head, holding him there. His tongue moved in slow circles, then faster, then slower again. He was taking his time. He wasn't rushing. He wanted me to feel every second of it.I closed my eyes. The room spun. My thighs tightened around his head. I could hear myself moaning, could feel the sound vibrating in my chest, but I couldn't stop it. Didn't want to stop it.He slid two fingers inside me, and I cried out. His mouth stayed on me, his fingers curling, finding the spot that made my back

ELARA'S POVI didn't wait for them to decide what to do. I saw the shift in their bodies. The way Marcus's shoulders tensed. The way the other man's hand moved toward his waist.The other man's voice cracked. "Don't you dare move. Don't you fucking move."I moved.I ran at Marcus first. The knife was in my hand. I aimed for his chest, but he caught sight of my weapon. He twisted at the last second and the knife caught his shoulder instead of his heart. He grunted and swung his arm. His fist connected with the side of my head. My ears rang. I stumbled sideways.The other man grabbed me from behind. His arm locked around my neck. I couldn't breathe. I dropped the knife. I clawed at his arm, kicked backward, tried to hit anything. He squeezed tighter.‘i guess I have to kill both of you’, I muttered.Marcus came at me while I was trapped. He punched me in the stomach. I doubled over. The other man held me up. Marcus punched me again. My face. My ribs. I couldn't block. I couldn't move.

ELARA'S POVI picked up my keys and walked out of the house without telling anyone where I was going. The drive to Ronan's place took longer than I remembered, or maybe I was just impatient. Every red light felt like a personal insult. Every slow driver made my hands tighten on the wheel. I was frustrated. I was desperate. Nothing was working out the way I planned, and somehow it had gotten into my head in a way I couldn't shake.I parked in his driveway and sat there for a moment, staring at his front door. Then I got out and knocked.He opened the door and his face shifted when he saw me. Not surprised, exactly. More like he had been expecting me to show up eventually, and now that I had, he was trying to figure out what version of me was standing on his doorstep."You ruined everything," I said.He didn't ask what I meant. He just stepped back and let me in.I walked past him into the living room. The table was still littered with the remains of his last meal. A coffee cup. A plate

ELARA'S POVIt worked!!!!!Over the next several days, the house became a war room. Meetings were called at all hours. New investigators were brought in. Trackers I had never seen before walked the halls with clipboards and grave faces. Official records were pulled from storage—financial documents, personnel files, old case notes that hadn't been touched in years. People were being called in for questioning. Security personnel. Accountants. Anyone who had ever worked closely with Marcus or Felix.Kael had done exactly what I wanted. He hadn't abandoned the fraud investigation. He had merged it with the hunt for the killer. Now every death, every missing person, every strange occurrence was being looked at through the same lens. The conspiracy was growing, and I was watching it from the inside.One evening, I was walking past Kael's study when I heard the Beta's voice through the door. Raised. Angry. I stopped and listened."What are you doing?" the Beta was saying. "You're spreading r

RONAN'S POVAfter Elara left, I stayed in the restaurant. My food was cold, the coffee was bitter, and I wasn't ready to go home. I sat there for a long time, watching the street outside get darker, listening to the clatter of dishes from the kitchen. The place emptied out slowly. People paid their bills and walked out into the night. The door chimed every time someone left or entered, a small, cheerful sound that didn't match the weight in my chest.I was staring at nothing when the door chimed again. I looked up without thinking.A man walked in. He was alone. No coat, no bag, nothing that marked him as anyone in particular. He paused at the entrance, looked around the room, and then walked straight to my table. Not to any other table. Mine.He pulled out the chair across from me and sat down. No introduction. No apology for the intrusion. He just sat there like he had been expected.The waiter appeared beside him. The man ordered coffee. Black. The waiter nodded and walked away.W