The Binding
Saxa has always felt like something inside her didn’t quite fit the life she was given—but she never imagined the truth would be written in blood, magic, and prophecy. When her dormant wolf awakens in the forests of Norway, Saxa is thrown into a hidden world of ruthless pack loyalties, forbidden witchcraft, and secrets her family has buried for nearly two decades.
Bound by fate to Eirik, the pack’s future Alpha, Saxa discovers their connection runs far deeper than attraction—it is a bond powerful enough to ignite war. But Eirik is not the only one tied to her destiny. Somewhere in the dark, her long-lost twin Elias carries the other half of her magic, and together they are the living keys to an ancient system of seals known as the Three Beacons.
As forgotten flames awaken and the world beneath the forest begins to tear open, Saxa must learn to control the volatile power inside her—before it destroys everyone she loves. Haunted by visions, hunted by prophecy, and torn between love and legacy, Saxa faces an impossible truth:
Some destinies are inherited.
Others are chosen.
And some were never meant to exist at all.
The Binding is a dark paranormal romance filled with slow-burn tension, dangerous magic, and a love powerful enough to challenge fate itself.
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Chapter: Chapter Sixty NineRunSaxa Snow blurs into streaks of white and shadow, branches whip past, the cold is only a rumor now; the only real thing is the sound.The howl.Again. Closer. Urgent.We crest the ridge as wolves, paws digging into the ice. Below, the house is a dark shape against the pale clearing—and movement flickers at its edges.Two wolves circle near the porch.Guards.Their hackles are raised.Not as us, but something else.Eirik slows first, I match him. We shift in the shelter of the trees–breath hitting the air in ragged bursts.This time neither of us cares about cold or bare skin. We only care about the way the ground feels wrong. Like the air was scraped. Like something brushed past.A familiar figure appears from the side of the house.Ingrid.“No one’s hurt,” she says before either of us can ask. “But someone was at the boundary. Pushing. Again.”My stomach drops.“Talking to it?” eirik asks.She nods once. “We chased them off before they could finish. Kaia's back, She says the war
Last Updated: 2026-01-10
Chapter: Chapter Sixty EightThe Edge of PeaceSaxaThe cold shouldn’t feel this far away.Eirik turns his head aside for one heartbeat, respectful, then lies back in the snow as if he refuses to let shame dictate the terms of this moment. It makes something in my chest loosen.The snow bites, my skin puckers. Every nerves feels awake, alive—and somehow, being here like this doesn’t feel exposed in the wrong way. It feels like the truth.We breathe together, steam, silence, the ache in my bones softens.His head turns toward me. “Still okay?” he whispers, voice quieter than the wind.“Yeah.” I swallow. “You?”He nods, but there’s more behind it–something cautious, hungry, held back by teeth.I roll on my side toward him, he rolls too.The world narrows.We kiss. Not soft this time, not tentative. The warmth rushes in so fast it’s dizzying—his mouth firm, deliberate, full of all the things he’s tried not to say out loud. I gasp into it, my fingers sliding up his shoulder, into his dark hair, clutching because I su
Last Updated: 2026-01-08
Chapter: Chapter Sixty SevenThe Quiet AfterSaxa The house settles into the night like a body finally giving up on pretending it isn’t hurt.Not quiet—-never quiet—but slower. Softer. Doors whisper shut instead of slamming. Voices become shapes more than sounds. The kitchen stops smelling like panic coffee and burns into something gentler: broth, bread, wool, wood smoke. Someone left a pot of soup on the stove, ladle still propped like they meant to come back and forgot about it. A thin layer of skim formed over the top.Normal.Almost.I rinse my mug even though it’s already clean. Warm water, then cold, then warm again. The swirl slips down the drain, and I watch it like it might write something for me if I stare long enough.It doesn’t.I set the mug down.Instantly my hands feel empty—like they forgot how to be hands and want a job again.“Go to bed,” I tell myself.But I don’t. Instead I wander.Past the couch piled in blankets. Past the mantle, where a ring of candle wax had dripped and hardened like a fr
Last Updated: 2026-01-06
Chapter: Chapter Sixty SixAfter the LineSaxaThe clearing doesn't empty all at once, it unravels.Wolves break apart from the circle in slow, dragging motions, like they’re peeling themselves away from something sticky and old. Voices stay low, glances sharp and sideways. Nobody’s laughing, nobody’s relaxed. The air around us has that stunned, too bright feeling of after a lightning strike.Under our feet, the wards hum like they’re trying to remember a new tune.Eirik doesn’t move right away.He stands where he was when he drew the line–shoulders squared, jaw clenched, gaze tracking the pack as they drift back toward the trees, the houses, the routines that don’t fit right anymore.Some of them avoid looking at him, more of them avoid looking at me. My wolf is tired and wired at the same time, pacing slow circles inside of my ribs. My throat feels raw, like I’ve been shouting for hours instead of… speaking. Just speaking.“You did well,” gran murmurs at my shoulder.I snort, “I blasphemed in public Gran.”“
Last Updated: 2026-01-05
Chapter: Chapter Sixty FiveThe Night We Stop WhisperingSaxaThe first thing I notice is the sound. Not the distant footsteps or the low voices outside, not even in the creak of the porch under too many boots.It’s the way the forest goes quiet.Like it’s listening. Like it remembers what happens when wolves gather at dusk with fear already sitting heavily in their lungs.I’m still kneeling in the damp grass with Elias slumped against me when Eirik’s command rolls through the territory. I don’t hear the words, not exactly—not the pack-voice version, not the way it threads through bone and instinct—but I feel it.Every wolf does.It’s a call to assemble.Not optional.Elias is breathing more evenly now. His head rests against my shoulder, sweat cooling on his temple, lashes clumped together, glyph-light under his shirt finally dimming to a low, sulking thrum.“Hey,” I murmur, giving his hand a squeeze. “Stay with me a little longer.”“Not going anywhere,” he mutters, voice sandpaper-rough. “Too tired to be drama
Last Updated: 2026-01-05
Chapter: Chapter Sixty FourThe brother at the thresholdSaxaThe first howl tears through the house like it’s trying to rip the floorboards up from underneath us. Not wolf, but not human either.It starts low, a strangled sound shoved through clenched teeth and then it breaks into a raw keening wail that claws up through the vents from the cellar and shreds the air in the kitchen.Haldor.He doesn’t say words at first, it's just noise, just pain. But pain is a language all on its own, and I understand every syllable.My hand tightens around the edge of the table, the wood biting into my palm. The glyph under my skin flares in answer, a hot, protesting twist, like it resents being reminded that there are other kinds of cages in this house besides it. Downstairs, something slams against stone.Ingrid is already on her feet, jaw tense, eyes flicking to the cellar door like she’s half a second from breaking it off it hinges. Jana’s grinding hand stills in the mortar. Gran’s shoulders lock. Kaia doesn’t move at al
Last Updated: 2026-01-04
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