Lahat ng Kabanata ng Spirit bound by the Alpha's curse: Kabanata 71 - Kabanata 80

The bed was empty when I woke up the next morning. J felt around with my hand, trying to figure out how long ago Cassian had left, but the bed and pillow were cold, only a slight indentation left where his head had rested. I flopped onto my back for a second, staring at the ceiling and letting thoughts of him consume me. When did he leave? Why did he leave? I had kind of been looking forward to waking up next to him. Sighing, I rolled out of bed, freshened up, and went to find Cassian.He wasn't in the kitchen like I expected. There was a small note on the counter telling me something came up and he'd had to head to the office early. Hm. Something came up, or he was just avoiding me? Grabbing a slice of bread to eat on my way out, I headed out of the house, intending to shift and go on a run with Althea before I did anything else. I found the little pond and clearing again, and started my race from there. Running was wonderful, but it wasn't quite the same without Cassian ther

My eyes remained on the witch girl as we walked deeper into my pack. She and Iris were chatting as if they were longtime friends and not people who just met less than an hour ago.We were headed to my house so Iris could show Saoirse the broken urn, and while we did that, Iris was filling her up on how everything had happened. How she found Althea in Red Moon, and how the curse affected Barry's hand. By the time we reached my house, my fists were tight in my pockets and my shoulders were tense. Iris invited the witch in, and I glared at her when our eyes met. She rolled her eyes, a tiny smile hiding on her lips. That smug little... It may seem like I was being too hostile, but it was only normal to be distrustful of her. I mean, witchcraft was banned for a reason. Witches couldn't be trusted. And this one just landed into our lap right when we needed one? It was too much of a coincidence, and I didn't care if Saoirse or whatever she was called insisted that she was a "seer". Wh

I caught my mate before she could hit the ground, and swept her into my arms, holding her tightly. The cut the witch had given her was healing, but still looked stark red against the white of her palm. I clutched her protectively, glaring at Saoirse. Rationally, I knew she hadn't meant any harm. The initial cut Iris herself had made was closing up, so Saoirse used her magic to make another bigger cut. It was like the slash of a knife, and seeing an injury like that on Iris made me feel like I was going insane. It didn't help that Saoirse hadn't even given fair warning before doing that. My instincts took over, and in a second, I'd flung Saoirse against the far wall hard enough that she bled. Good. Next time, she'd think twice about hurting Iris. "Are you okay?" Barry asked her when she stepped closer to him after I picked Iris up. She was walking a bit unsteadily, and based on the amount of blood on the collar of her shirt, she'd need stitches, or at least some painkillers. I

On my way to work at the coffee shop, I ran into Lily and Saoirse. Or rather, Lily shouted my name from across the street while waving madly. I laughed a bit as I crossed the street to meet them both. "What are you two doing together?" I asked curiously. "Your mate ordered her to keep an eye on me," Saoirse replied, a wry smile on her face. She rolled her eyes. "Really?" My brows shot up. "Hey, don't look at me," Lily said. "I didn't tell her that. She came to that conclusion all by herself.""So he didn't order you to keep an eye on me?" Saoirse asked. "Well... Technically, he did. But he never said I had to be with you twenty-four seven, so there's that, I guess?" I laughed. "So what are you both doing together if Cassian didn't order it?" Lily grinned. "I guess he didn't take into account that we might get along and just like spending time together anyways." "That's great." I grinned. "So where are you two off to?" "I'm going to pick up Kayla and ... from school. Saoirse

The house was quiet when I returned home early the next morning. "Cassian?" I called out. Usually, when I woke up, Cassian was already up and making breakfast in the kitchen. Today, he wasn't. Thinking about that made me realize just how good I had it. How many men — for that matter, how many Alphas — would cook every single meal without complaint? All my life in Red Moon, I'd never seen Hugo pick up a spatula, much less make breakfast for his family. My mother did on rare occasions, but I never got to enjoy it, because like all meals, it came with a dose of passive aggressiveness. "Cassian?" I called again after my first peek into the empty kitchen. When I got no reply from anywhere in the house, I tentatively began heading up the stairs. In all my time in this house, I'd never ventured up here. I stuck to the living and dining room, the kitchen, and my bedroom. Snooping never came naturally to me, so I'd never seen the point of going to poke around in Cassian's bedroom.