All Chapters of Spirit bound by the Alpha's curse: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

"What is wrong with you?" I asked. "Can't you see I'm trying here?""Trying to do what, exactly? Get yourself killed?" Cassian shot back. "I am trying to break our curses! Something you only say you want to do, but I've not heard any ideas from you on how to actually do that. My idea is the only one we have, so why are you so against it?" "I already explained it to you!" Cassian snapped. "You are going to get yourself killed!" "Well, that'll be one way to break the curse," I mumbled. Cassian glared at me. "Do not joke about that!" I glared back at him, and took a seat at the table, my annoyance at him apparent in the way my motions were short and jerky. I stared down at my plate. The food looked unfamiliar to me. It looked like poached eggs in some kind of tomato sauce, with two thick slices of baguette on the side. "What's this?" I asked. "Shakshuka," he replied. I glanced at his plate to see if I was supposed to dunk my bread in the sauce or just eat it side by side. Cassia

Wrath glared down at me a while longer, a low growl rumbling through him. The sight of that enormous beast above me would have been enough to make me crap myself previously, but now that I had Althea, I was only mildly terrified. "Um... Hey?" I smiled shakily at him, hoping he wouldn't do something crazy like sink those enormous teeth into me. I tried to get off the ground, but Wrath's paw on my chest kept me firmly lying flat on my back. "Let me go," I ordered in a firm voice. Wrath growled again, and I added, "Please?" He thought for a moment, then took a step back, releasing me. I have a sigh of relief and rolled to my feet. When I turned to face Wrath, he was gone, and standing in his place was a very naked Cassian. My eyes widened and I swallowed, looking down his body. His shoulders were so broad and he was so tall that if someone was standing behind him, I would be completely hidden from their sight. My eyes trailed down the wonderful washboard abs, and when I realized

"One wrong move and you're dead," said the man who grabbed me. He'd twisted my arms behind me and was keeping a painful grip on them. I recognized him. He was one of Red Moon's border patrol warriors. He also wasn't particularly bright, which was why he failed to notice Cassian who was still inside the dark tunnel, staring at him with murder in his eyes. "You finally came back," he hissed. "You have some nerve. After everything you did, you think you could just escape? Who did you come here with? What did you come for?" He twisted my arms more sharply. I winced, tears brimming in my eyes at the pain. "No one! I didn't come here with anyone!" "Lying bitch! I can smell him. Who did you bring and where is he hiding?" At this, Cassian stepped fully out of the shadows, a low growl in his throat. "She's here with me. And I suggest you get your hands off her if you want to keep your head." His tone was so chilling that the guard actually loosened his grip in shock. I almost didn't se

"That wasn't me," Wrath said as we watched Iris walk away. "What wasn't you?" I growled at him. "What happened just now," he replied. "Usually, you blame me for doing things that make people think you're an asshole, but it wasn't me just now. That was all you." "Usually, you influence me with your stupid anger issues!" I snapped at him. "And don't try to blame me for this one. You were there too. Didn't you see how Max was holding Iris? She's our mate! Ours." "Yeah. I'd rip his head off, but you've stopped me from doing that too many times. Why stop now?" I sighed, and began to walk towards my house at a slow enough pace so I wouldn't have to run into Iris. I knew what was happening. I'd scented it on her. I just couldn't understand why it was happening so soon after we found each other. "She's going into heat," Wrath supplied. "I know that," I said. "Is it supposed to happen yet? Isn't it supposed to happen at least a month after mates meet? It hasn't even been up to

It was the middle of the night, but I wasn't able to sleep. I kept tossing and turning. My sheets felt too hot, and so did my pillow. I knew exactly why I was finding it difficult to sleep, and I wasn't going to do anything about it. Iris. Her scent was everywhere, even somehow in my bedroom, which she'd never been in. Maybe it was just in my head, but it refused to leave me. Every instinct in me urged me to go to her. She needed me. I needed her. We could...I let my thoughts trail off with a sigh. I couldn't let my sexual frustration cloud my thinking. What I needed to do was take care of the raging erection keeping me awake, and not think of Iris in that manner. Problem was, I'd tried. No matter how long I did it, it just didn't help. I tried not to think of Iris when I did it because I felt it was disrespectful to her, and of course, my body refused to cooperate any other way. It was like it was silently telling me that it needed her and only her. I was debating the merits o