Todos los capítulos de Spirit bound by the Alpha's curse: Capítulo 41 - Capítulo 50

I woke up with a strong arm around me, and a familiar scent teasing my nostrils. Cassian. I felt strangely well rested, as if his presence calmed me so much it put me to sleep. Not to mention his body. How could something so firm be so comfortable to sleep on? Some time during the night, I must have turned around, because I remember falling asleep with my face to him. Now, we were spooning. Goddess, I could stay here forever. I could hear his heart beating slowly and steadily, meaning he was still asleep and I could stay here a bit longer without feeling shy. I leaned into him a bit more, loving the hardness of his muscles against my back.Something harder and thick and long was nestled against the curve of my hip. I knew exactly what it was. I gulped. How would it feel like to have that thing directly touching my skin? Maybe even inside me? My face reddened a bit at the direction my thoughts were going. I started to slowly pull myself out of Cassian's hold, but even in sleep

After breakfast, I waited for Cassian to get dressed before we left the house. He was wearing a button-down shirt with dark slacks. His hair had been combed back, and brushed his collar, curling slightly at the tips. I let him walk slightly in front of me so I could glance at his butt when he wasn't looking. The third time I did it, a soft smile crossed his lips, and I knew he'd caught me. My face reddened, but I acted innocent, and walked forward a bit so we were side by side. "Where are we going first?" I asked as we began to take another path I didn't recognize. "The pack house," Cassian replied. "Have you been there yet?" I shook my head. Max only got around the taking me to the park before Cassian arrived and crashed our tour. It was still a bit early in the morning, so I was surprised to see many people already out and about. We passed a few joggers, most of whom seemed to be heading towards the woods. "They're going to shift so they can run in their wolf forms

I felt a bit horrible at the silence that followed us home. The day had been going just fine till I went and ruined it. I hadn't even realized that I'd somehow begun to refer to Cassian's house as "home." "So... What are you doing after now?" I asked in an effort to rekindle the conversation. Cassian shrugged. "I might go to the office. I have a few documents that need looking into. Also, I'll drop by the hospital to see how Barry's doing." I flushed at the mention of Barry. "I'll go with you, if you don't mind," I said quietly. "I have to apologize to Barry for knocking him out." Cassian smiled a bit, and nodded. He held the front door open and I walked in. My stomach rumbled. "Jeez. I'm hungry again," I mumbled. "Want me to whip you up something?" Cassian asked. I shook my head. "You've been doing all the cooking since I came. Toda

The next morning, Max and Lily came over. Iris was still asleep, and I'd just started preparing breakfast when I heard the front door open. Max appeared a second later, laughing at something Lily had said. I glared at them both. "What do you want?" Lily rolled her eyes at my tone. "Hello, Cassian. Wake up on the wrong side of the bed, as usual?" My glare intensified at her preppy tone. Lily was Sage's best friend, so she was used to seeing me angry. Which meant like Max, they never took me seriously until Wrath took control. "What are you two doing here?" I demanded. "We came to hang out," Max announced. "Hang out," I repeated. "Since when do you "hang out" here?" "Since Iris arrived," he replied. "She's our friend now." "Get out," I ordered, pointing a stiff finger in the direction of the door. "Who's going out?" Iris mumbled, stepping into the kitchen and rubbing her eyes

Cassian and I were quiet as he led me out of the house. We walked through one of the paths that led into the pack, but this time, we went through more woods with houses and cottages interspersed through. Cassian walked to one of these cottages and knocked on the door. "Come in," a faint, female voice said from inside. He stepped aside, and gestured for me to go in, holding the door open for me. I wanted to ask if he wouldn't come in with me, but decided it didn't matter. I wanted answers too much. I stepped into the house. An old lady was sitting in an armchair that looked full to bursting, and a half crocheted blanket was in her lap. Balls of yarn sat on the floor beside her. She gave me a smile as I walked in, and I tried and failed to return it. "Good morning," I said. "What can I do f