All Chapters of BOUND BY THE ALPHA’S CURSE: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

BenjaminThe sound of bone cracking still echoed in my head.Damien’s throat under my hand. His gasping breath. The flash of terror in his eyes when Draven had surged forward through me.I’d lost control. Again.The warriors had scattered after training, murmuring as they went, pretending not to look at me, but their whispers followed anyway. Alpha fury. Too unstable. Dangerous. I could feel every word like a stone thrown at my back.I didn’t care. Not about them. Not about the whispers.What haunted me was her.Nova.The moment Damien’s hands had pinned her, the bond had flared like fire through my chest. My vision had gone black around the edges, Draven snarling so loud I could barely think. Every instinct screamed to tear, to destroy, to protect.But she wasn’t mine to protect.I’d made sure of that.I clenched my fists, my claws threatening to break skin. Draven prowled just beneath the surface, restless, furious, his voice a low growl in the back of my mind.You should’ve marked

NovaThe wall of the training hall is still cool against my back, even though my skin feels like fire where Benjamin touched me.Everything happened too fast-his hands gripping my waist, his breath threading with mine, the bond snapping taut between us like a live wire.And then…he pulled away like he’d touched something forbidden.I press shaky fingers to my mouth.My lips still throb.He kissed us, Lyra whispers inside me, her voice dazed and hopeful.He wanted us.“Don’t,” I whisper.The word cracks on the way out.His scent still lingers in the air, woodsmoke and dark pine, threaded with something fiercer. A scent that wraps around me even after he’s gone, like he didn’t want to leave it behind.But he left.He always leaves.I close my eyes and drag in a breath that does nothing to steady me.The back of the training hall is usually quiet, but tonight the silence feels heavier. The moonlight pools in thin lines through the trees behind the building, faintly illuminating the plac

NovaThe morning comes too quickly.I barely slept.Every time I closed my eyes, I felt him-his mouth on mine, the heat of his body, the way he pulled away like he’d made a terrible mistake.The bond aches when I think about it, so I don’t.Not today.Today, I avoid him.Not “try to avoid,” not “hope to avoid.”I do it.I wake early, slip out before the rest of the pack house stirs, and head straight to the training grounds. The air is cool and crisp, the sky still pale with dawn. Perfect. Quiet. Empty.I can breathe here.Lyra hums softly inside me, supportive but subdued.We need distance, she agrees.Just for a while.My muscles hurt from yesterday, but I push through the warm-up, letting the burn ground me. It’s better than thinking about the kiss. Better than remembering Lena’s words. Better than feeling the bond pulse like a wound.By the time the warriors start showing up, I’m already mid-routine.I catch the flicker of movement on the far side of the grounds.Benjamin.Standin

Cassius Sometimes, being Gamma feels less like a job and more like babysitting a volcano. And right now, that volcano is Benjamin Black.I’m standing on the edge of the training grounds, leaning against a post, trying to look casual while watching the Alpha pace like he’s tethered to the earth with invisible chains. The tension radiating off him could knock a weaker wolf over, but I’m not weaker. Nova isn’t here-good. She’s smart. She knows how dangerous it is to get close to him right now. I give her credit for that. She’s avoiding him, and every step she takes away makes Benjamin’s aura darken like a storm cloud about to crack open.I glance at Marcus. As usual, he’s calm on the surface, but the slight crease in his brow tells me he’s calculating the Alpha’s next move. Probably trying to figure out how not to have a disaster on his hands before breakfast. Good luck with that.Benjamin, of course, notices nothing but the empty space where Nova should be. He doesn’t breathe, doesn’t

KaelThe forest is quiet tonight.Too quiet.It’s the kind of silence that settles in the bones, the kind that makes weaker wolves uneasy. But I’m not weak, and silence has never bothered me. It’s in silence that you hear the important things-fear, secrets, intentions.And tonight….something else.Power.Faint, untrained, flickering.But power.I crouch on a low branch, the bark cool beneath my palms as I stare toward the distant training grounds of the Black Moon Pack. My lips curl into a slow smile.She’s waking up.Finally,The first time I sensed her, a whisper of her presence on the night of her rejection. I thought it was a mistake. Red wolves were myths, stories told by elders to frighten pups. But the moment her wolf flared bright and restless, even across territory lines, I knew.A Red wolf had been born into Black Moon.And now she’s coming into her power.I shut my eyes for a moment, letting the night carry the memory of her energy to me. Earlier today, her aura sparked thr