All Chapters of Spirit bound by the Alpha's curse: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

"They're back!" A pack member giggled as she ran past me towards the pack square. I followed at a slower pace, not really enthusiastic about the whole thing. About a year ago, young wolves who wanted to be pack warriors or leaders had been sent to an academy in a neighboring pack. Today was the day of their return. As the daughter of the Alpha, I was expected to be there. I sighed again. Julietta was with Father, doing Alpha things, while I, the reject, was here. No one really cared what I did. I felt a little twinge of resentment at the whole thing. As the first born of Alpha Hugo, I was supposed to be heir to the Alpha title, not Julietta, my younger sister. But Father was adamant that he choose his heir, and Julietta was his choice. She was his star child. She could do no wrong, even though she was basically the weakest in the pack because she had no wolf. Her eighteenth birthday had come and gone. Dad would rather appoint a wolfless alpha for the pack than let me do the job I

Days had passed since I last saw Axel. I knew he was avoiding me. What was odd was that Julietta had been giving me smug looks for the past few days. The implication made my heart hurt. Was she somehow seeing Axel when I couldn't? Did Axel decide that he didn't want me, and would much rather be with Julietta? Just as I wondered if I would find him if I went to the pack house now, Julietta barged into my bedroom without knocking. "What's your problem?" I snapped at her. She rolled her eyes and gave me another one of her smug smiles. "Dad and Mom want to see you. Now." "What's it about?" I asked. "I already told them I'm not marrying—"She rolled her eyes again and turned away, sashaying out of the room. "Ugh. You always feel sorry for yourself. It's boring. Dad's in the basement. You better come see what he wants." She didn't even shut the door behind her. I heard her go down into the basement, before I sighed and followed. What did they want now? It seemed to me that they tho

"Well?" Cassian asked. "Are you just going to stand there staring at me?" What else could I do? I was still in shock from everything that had happened. Cassian gave me a look that somehow said I was lesser than him and beneath his notice, then he turned to walk away.Without thinking, I took a step after him. He paused, then turned to glare at me. His eyes which had been a clear blue before, were now a bewitching amber. I stopped in my tracks. He turned away again, and began to walk away. I took another step after him. Weren't we supposed to talk? Was he just going to leave me here too? Why did everyone abandon me, including this stranger? Before I could finish that thought, an unbelievable weight slammed into me and shoved me against a wall. My head rang as it hit the concrete, and I felt sharp claws slightly digging into my neck. My eyes were wide as I stared at Cassian in fear. His canines were extended and so we're his claws. He towered over me, and I realized that since

I was curled up on the floor in a corner of my cell, my eyes and throat dry and parched. It was so dark down here in the dungeon that I couldn't tell for sure how many days had passed since Julietta sentenced me to die for a crime I didn't commit. At first, I had been so convinced it had been an accident, but after hearing what happened to Silver Creek's ruling pair also, maybe it wasn't an accident. Maybe someone really had them killed. But why frame me for it? And why couldn't Julietta see what was right in front of her? Why didn't anyone believe me? My tears had run out after hours of crying, and the pain in my broken limbs had come back worse than ever. I was also hungry and thirsty. Maybe it would be better for me if I died of starvation before my execution. At least then I wouldn't be forced to see the expression of disgust on people's faces as they looked at the person they believed to be a traitor and murderer. It was so awfully quiet in the cell that when I

“Iris…” That voice again. That awful, coaxing voice that had begun to haunt both my waking moments and the times I slept. “Iris…” I was lying on the floor, on the torn, dirty blanket I’d been provided. The floor was hard and uncomfortable, putting pressure on my injuries no matter the position I lay in. My head throbbed and my skin burned with fever. The wounds I had were so many that I didn’t know which one the infection came from. I didn’t care to look. Not when I hurt on the inside just as much as I did on the outside. “Iris.” The voice was growing more insistent, making it harder for me to differentiate my delusion from reality. “No,” I mumbled under my breath. “Leave me alone.” “Find me, Iris.” “Leave me alone,” I repeated, rocking gently on the floor, trying to coax myself to sleep. “What’s she saying?” A familiar male voice asked, making me open my eyes and look up. Someone moved outside my cell. “I have no idea. She keeps talking to herself, telling someone to leave