บททั้งหมดของ The Alpha's Secret Witch : บทที่ 21 - บทที่ 30

Lucian's pov The tower burnt with such an intensity I've never witnessed before.Frost crawled up the walls like literal living veins. The stones themselves groaned under the weight of it all. Moonlight poured through the shattered windows, catching every frozen surface, turning the ruin into a cathedral of glass and shadow.And at the center of it all, Cressida stood naked and glowing.God, she was beautiful and the mate bond pulsed stronger.Her dark hair spilled over her shoulders, tangled with frost. Her skin was too pale... almost luminous. But it was her eyes that stopped my heart. They were not dark anymore. They were pale blue, swirling with light, the color of winter storms and strong ice.She had made wings.Not griffin wings in the way the old stories told. These were ice...shards of frozen light that arched from her shoulders like cathedral windows, dark as obsidian, translucent as smoke. They pulsed with her heartbeat. They dripped frost like tears.She was the most bea

Lucian's pov The council chamber was at the end of the east corridor.I had walked this path a hundred times. As a child, summoned by my father. As a young wolf, called to account for my curse. As Alpha, summoned to answer for my pack.Never had I dreaded it more than this moment.Cressida walked beside me, her shoulder brushed against mine. Her hands were clasped in front of her, fingers white-knuckled. She wasn't trembling...she was too stubborn for that...But she's terrified.My little witch. Here I was standing right next to my cure and acted like I didn't need it.Need her.I stopped outside the door.The enforcers flanking the entrance watched us. Their faces were stone and their hands rested on their blades."Wait here..." I told them.They didn't move for a second before marching inside.I turned to Cressida and she looked up at me. Her dark eyes were steady, but I could see the crack beneath.She was holding herself together by threads and I could see that. "Come here," I

Lucian's povI was this close to falling asleep.My eyes were already closed and the fire had burned down to embers. I was warm as well as tired, and for one beautiful moment, I forgot about the council, the curse, and the witch sleeping three floors away from me.Then a loud knock rented the air. It was Kade. Only him had the guts to disturb my sleep.Not a polite knock. An urgent one. The kind that meant someone was bleeding or the academy was on fire or...worse...Cressida had done something stupid.I was on my feet before he finished the second knock."It's the girls' wing," Kade said as I yanked open the door. His face was flushed from running. "Morwenna caught them. Water balloons. Her door. She's furious.""Water balloons.""Apparently."I pinched the bridge of my nose. "Which girls?"Kade's lips twitched. "Which ones do you think?"I sighed and pulled on a jacket and followed Kade into the corridor. Looks like my guess was right.***The girls' wing was chaos.Not the fun kind

Lucian's povI was already walking toward the dormitory when the cold hit me.Not the usual cold, this was different. This was wrong and smelt rotten. The kind of cold that seeped into your bones and whispered that something had been dead for centuries and had forgotten how to stay buried.I immediately stopped mid-stride.Kade who was walking beside me, paused and turned. His hand went to the blade at his belt. "What is it?"I didn't answer. I was already listening...reaching out with senses that had been dull for years but were now sharp as broken glass. The curse had stolen so much from me, but in that moment, standing in the flickering torchlight of the east corridor, my wolf was awake.And it was furious.Voices. Low. Male. Too many of them. Coming from the girls' wing. Coming from her wing.And one voice I knew better than my own.Cressida's voice, steady and cold. But underneath it...fear. The kind of fear she tried so hard to hide.My blood turned to ice instantly."Lucian?" K

Lucian's povI could feel a headache coming on. One that would surely make me snap at anyone and everyone who came my way.Not the dull kind, the one that crept up on you after too little sleep and too much coffee. This was the sharp and annoying kind. The kind that stabbed behind your eyes and made your teeth ache. The kind that came from listening to the council talk for three hours without saying anything worth hearing.Marcus Voss stood at the head of the table, his arms crossed, his face carved from granite. Elder Marlow sat beside him, her gray hair braided so tight it looked like it was pulling her eyebrows up and Elder Thorn was doing his usual impression of a statue meanwhile, Elder Whitmore had fallen asleep twice and woken up both times pretending he hadn't."...a direct violation of the treaty," Marcus was saying. "The vampires have rights. You can't just break one's arm because he looked at a girl the wrong way.""He reached for her face!" I said between gritted teeth."H