All Chapters of The Alpha's Secret Witch : Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

Cressida's pov Coach Gilbert was back and the substitute Aldric was gone.He walked into the rink with his scarred eyebrow raised and his clipboard tucked under his arm and his face carved from stone. The team had been running drills without him for weeks and the chaos had scattered them and the rhythm was off. But he was here now and his voice was loud and his presence was steady."Line up," he said.The players scrambled."Faster."They scrambled faster."I said line up."They lined up and the ice was cold and the blades were sharp and the silence was thick.Coach Gilbert walked down the line and his eyes were sharp and his jaw was tight. He stopped in front of each player and studied them and his expression did not change."Volkov. You are slower than I remember.""I am rusty, Coach.""Rusty is not an excuse. Rusty is a condition. Fix it."Niko nodded and his jaw was tight."Ashcroft."I straightened and my heart was pounding."You are still standing.""I am still standing, Coach.

Lucian's pov The theater was cold and the lights were dim and the stage was crowded with tension.I sat in the back row with my arms crossed and my eyes fixed on the stage. The rehearsal had been going for hours and the actors were tired and the lines were blurring and the energy was frayed. But I was not watching the actors. I was watching her.Cressida stood at center stage and her dark hair was loose and her face was pale and her hands were shaking. She was wearing a simple white dress and her feet were bare and her eyes were fixed on the script in her hands.She was supposed to burn tonight. The scene required her to stand in the center of the stage while the lights flickered and the smoke rose and the sound of crackling fire filled the theater. It was not real fire. It was just lighting and sound and the power of suggestion. But it was real enough to make her tremble.Professor Eliana stood at the edge of the stage with her arms crossed and her wild red hair bright under the lig

Lucian's pov The theater was packed and the lights were dim and the air was thick with anticipation.I sat in the front row with my arms crossed and my eyes fixed on the stage. The velvet curtains were heavy and the wood was old and the scent of dust and polish filled the air. Wolves filled the seats and their voices were low and their movements were restless and their eyes were bright. The council members were in the private box above the stage and their faces were shadowed and their expressions were unreadable. Sha was in the middle of the crowd with her honey blonde hair perfect and her smile sharp and her eyes fixed on the stage.The play was about to begin.I had seen rehearsals and I had watched the scenes and I had heard the lines a hundred times. But tonight was different. Tonight was real. Tonight was the night that Cressida would stand on that stage and face the fire.The curtains parted and the stage was revealed.The set was simple. A wooden platform and a single chair an

Lucian's pov Something was wrong.I felt it in my chest before I saw it. A cold spike of fear that had nothing to do with the curse and everything to do with her. Cressida had been in the dressing room for too long. The play was over and the applause had faded and the actors had dispersed but she had not come out.Raven was talking to me and her voice was bright and her eyes were happy."She was amazing," she said. "Did you see her? She was absolutely brilliant.""She was brilliant," I agreed."I am so proud of her.""I am so proud of her."Benita was nodding and Tasha was leaning against the wall and the night was warm and the air was full of celebration. But something was wrong. The feeling in my chest was growing stronger and my wolf was restless and my hands were shaking."Excuse me," I said.I walked away from them and my boots echoed on the stone and the torches flickered and the tapestries moved. The corridor was empty and the theater was quiet and the dressing room was at the

Lucian's pov The corridor was cold and the torches flickered and I could not stand still.I paced from one end of the hall to the other and my boots were loud on the stone and my hands were shaking and my chest was tight. The door to the infirmary was closed and the candles inside were bright and the voices were low. Madame Voss was in there with Cressida and she was performing the ritual and I was out here and I could not breathe.I pressed my hand to the door and the wood was cold and my fingers were shaking."Please," I whispered. "Please let her be okay."No one answered.I paced again and my wolf was restless and my curse was pulsing and my mind was racing. The ritual was dangerous. Voss had said it could kill her. But she was already dying. She was already slipping away and I could not let that happen.I thought about Cressida and her dark hair and her dark eyes and her smile that made my chest ache. I thought about the way she said my name and the way she held my hand and the