All Chapters of Spirit bound by the Alpha's curse: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

Now that I was out of heat, I had nothing but time on my hands. I had to figure out a way to completely heal Barry's hand, and break the curse on Althea. I also had to figure out exactly what I wanted to do with my life, especially concerning Julietta and Red Moon Pack. But since thinking about those things in particular made me irrationally angry, I decided to put it off for as long as I could. That day, after breakfast, I took the satchel containing the broken urn, and made Cassian take me to the library inside the pack house. It was a huge, quiet room with rows and rows of books. At the very back, there were some old scrolls, and more books that looked like they might be restricted. The librarian was a nice old lady who had kept glancing at me until I found a desk out of sight. I got the urn out of the satchel, found two pieces that looked like they matched, and tried to join the edges together. I'd sort of been expecting that something magical would happen. Maybe the piece

I was like a child who had gotten an unexpected present. Throughout the night, I kept leaving my bed to go peek inside the box of art supplies, as if I was scared they would disappear by morning. But morning came, and the box still sat in the corner of my room. I smiled. I hadn't been sure that I wanted to return to painting, but somehow, this was the push I needed. Knowing Cassian had gone out of his way to get me those supplies when he didn't have to... If I dragged my feet any longer, I'd be an even bigger coward. Not to mention ungrateful. I could feel Althea pacing in me. I'd never felt her so restless. At first, I thought she was just happy too, but when she kept pacing, I asked. "What's wrong? Are you alright?" "No." "What is it?" "I feel....trapped," she replied."Trapped? Why?" I was confused. I'd been under the impression that she liked it here in Cassian's pack. Why was she suddenly feeling trapped. "Not trapped in the pack," she clarified. "Trapped in my skin. Well

It was zero to one hundred in a second. Even though it had only been a few days since we last kissed during my heat, it was like we'd spent a whole year apart from each other. Cassian yanked me even closer to him, our sweatslicked skin sliding across each other until I was basically straddling him while lying down. We were both stark naked and lying on the grass in the middle of the woods were anyone could come and see. And we didn't care. After a long moment of kisses during which Cassian's hands didn't wander, I got frustrated, and bit down lightly on his lower lip. I ran my own hands over his skin, encouraging him to touch me too. When he did... Oh, Goddess. He tore his mouth away from mine, and kissed a wet path down the side of my shoulder, to the top of my breast. There was no light, teasing touches. His lips closed around my nipple, and sucked it straight into his mouth while his other hand cupped my entire breast. I jolted and cried out. My legs were spread, and the mot

Our date was by seven, so I returned home by six. I went upstairs, freshened up, and changed clothes. Iris was stepping into the living room the same moment I was coming down the stairs. We both stopped in our tracks, staring at each other. Iris looked... Breathtaking. She was wearing one of those mini sundresses that tied in front and made her legs look stunning. Her dark hair was left loose around her shoulders and little strappy heeled sandals adorned her feet. "Iris..." My voice sounded a bit too breathless to belong to me. I cleared my throat. "You look beautiful." She smiled. That soft, sweet smile that made her lips look pouty, and always tempted me, making me want to tilt her head up and kiss the living daylight out of her. "You don't look too bad yourself," she commented with a small grin. I stepped down the rest of the stairs and walked until I was right in front of her. Our eyes met and held, and for a moment, we just stared at each other like we were the

THREE YEARS AGO I couldn't believe I was going along with this farce. I glared at my reflection as I adjusted my tie in the mirror. My normally green eyes flashed amber, telling me that Wrath was close to the surface. He was restless, pacing, pushing at my control. "I am not doing this," he growled furiously. "We have no choice!" I hissed back. "It's for the good of the pack!" "I don't care about the good of the pack if it means marrying that wench!" Wrath snapped. "You know what it means to be an Alpha, Wrath. The needs of the pack comes first." "She is not our mate!" "We're never going to find our mate!" I yelled. "It's been centuries, Wrath. You've never found her. What makes you think this lifetime will be the one where you do?" "You don't know that I've never found her," he grumbled. I scoffed. "Don't kid yourself. If you ever found her, we wouldn't be in this situation. We need this alliance with Ironwood Pack. Our economy is failing, thanks to all the skirmishes w