LOGINSaxa 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.
View MoreThe Heart's CommandSaxaSaxaThe pull becomes unbearable.Not immediately.Not violently.It builds.Like a tide dragging everything in the valley slowly toward the same point.The mountain.The threads tighten beneath the snow, glowing lines stretching toward the ridge like veins leading back to a single beating heart.Elias stumbles beside me.“Okay—yeah—definitely feeling that now.”His voice is strained but steadier than it was earlier.The glyph beneath his shirt burns bright silver.Not tearing him apart anymore.Guiding him.Gran notices immediately.“That’s wrong.”Kaia’s gaze flicks toward Elias.“No.”Her voice is quiet.“It’s functioning.”Gran turns on her sharply.“Functioning?”Kaia gestures toward the ridge where the light continues to pour from the split seam in the mountain.“The system is completing its alignment.”The threads pulse again.Harder.The pull inside my chest sharpens.My breath catches.Because now I can feel direction inside it.Not random.Not chaoti
The Pull of the HeartSaxaThe mountain stops roaring.That is somehow worse.The sudden silence spreads across the valley like a held breath, the kind that comes just before something breaks.The threads beneath the snow tighten.All of them.Not violently.Not chaotically.Deliberately.Like something enormous just wrapped its fingers around every line of power running through the valley.Elias inhales sharply beside me.“…that’s new.”The glyph beneath his shirt pulses again, brighter than before but steadier than it had been when the system was tearing him apart.This time the light doesn’t flare outward.It pulls.The threads react instantly.Every glowing strand shifts direction.Toward the mountain.The creatures standing in the clearing feel it too.The seven that turned toward me stiffen, their silver eyes snapping toward the ridge as the pull tightens through the system.The others—those already walking toward the mountain—don’t hesitate.They begin moving faster.Not runnin
The First VoiceSaxaThe mountain does not like what I just did. It lands in my chest a heartbeat before the sound follows. The roar that rolls down the ridge this time isn’t the deep mechanical pulse we’ve been feeling all night. It’s sharper. Angrier. Like the mountain itself has just realized someone grabbed the wrong lever inside its machinery. Snow slides from the trees along the slope. The threads beneath the valley flare so bright they cast silver shadows across the clearing.Half the creatures remain pointed toward the mountain. Half now face me.Waiting, Listening. The line has broken.Kasper sees it instantly. “You have no idea what you’re interfering with,” he says. His voice is quieter now.Not calm.Measured. The kind of tone someone uses when they’re trying very hard not to panic.I tilt my head slightly. “You mean your plan?”His jaw tightens. “This is not a game.”“No,” I agree softly. “It’s not.”The threads hum beneath my palms again, the sensation crawling up my arms
The Heart BeneathSaxaThe mountain moves again. Not like an avalanche, not like stone breaking free and crashing down the slope. This is slower. Worse.The kind of movement that belongs to something enormous waking up beneath skin that was never meant to stretch this far. Every thread in the valley pulls taut at once.The glowing lines beneath the snow sharpen, brightening until the whole clearing looks webbed in veins of buried lightning. The creatures nearest the tear stiffen simultaneously, their heads tilting toward the ridge as if they’re hearing the same voice from very far away.My wolf presses hard against my ribs. Not panic.The ground under my boots trembles again, deeper now, more deliberate—less like shaking and more like a pulse. A heartbeat. One that does not belong to any living thing I understand.“Oh, hell no,” Ingrid whispers.No one corrects her. No one can. Because the mountain is still moving.Anja lifts her face toward it, silver light catching along the edge of
The Deep System SaxaNothing happens, for a split second.Yes the valley is still trembling with power, the threads blazing beneath the snow like lighting trapped under the skin of the earth. The tear in the forest still hangs open like a wound in reality. The creatures stand in the clearing, silv
The Second TearSaxaThe creature stops three paces from me, close enough that I can see the threads running through its skin.Not inside it, through it.Silver lines flicker faintly beneath the surface like reflections on water, shifting with every movement it makes.It isn’t breathing.Not the wa
The First PullSaxaThe threads hum. Not softly anymore. Now that I can feel them, they’re impossible to ignore. Every glowing strand vibrating through the valley like the strings of some enormous instrument someone has just started playing.The mountain answers each pulse with another low tremor.
The Second HandSaxaNo one answers me right away.Elias is already pulling the ledger closer again, dragging the lantern with it so the light falls directly across the page.The paper crackles softly as he smooths it flat. He doesn’t look up. “Give me a second,” he mutters.The room holds its brea
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