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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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The Binding Chapter Eighty Three
Ripples of RefusalSaxaThe morning comes slow, softer than usual. The snow has settled overnight, leaving pale hush over the paths, the square, the river’s edge. Even the air seems to pause when I step outside.The bond hums gently, steady beneath my ribs, as if measuring the world without asking for my attention. I walk with my coat wrapped tight, boots crunching in rhythm with thoughts I don’t quite articulate.People notice me, not overtly–no one stares of whispers in the open–but I feel the subtly shift in distance, the mirco-adjustments of bodies, the small halts in movement that signal attention carefully placed.Not fear. Not respect exactly. Just… recognition that something about me now requires calculation.I keep my shoulders squared, my eyes forward, and let them move around me, let the world bend slightly to its own expectation.The first test comes sooner than I expect.A boy appears at the edge of the square, no older than ten, clutching a small wooden toy. His boots sk
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Assigned MeaningSaxaThe attention doesn’t feel sharp. That’s the problem.If it were sharp–if it cut or burned or pressed too hard–I could brace it. Name it. Push back. But this is softer than that, a weight that settles instead of strikes. Like snow piling up quietly on a roof you trust not to collapse.I notice it first thing in the morning.Not in the bond–it’s calm, steady, exactly as it’s been since yesterday–but in the way the house feels slower to wake. Gran is already up, of course. She always is, and she practically lives here now, even though her house is right next door. The kettle sings on the stove, the scent of coffee threading through the room.Normal.Too normal.I pull on my boots and coat, stepping outside to get firewood, and it’s only then that I realize I’m not alone the way I usually am this early.There are people awake.Not gathered, not watching openly.Just… present.A figure pauses at the edge of the path when I step out. Someone else turns a corner a lit
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The Space Between StepsSaxaThe first thing I notice is that people are giving me room.Not obvious room, not the kind that looks like fear or respect. Just a half-step wider when I pass. A pause before someone crossed my path. A subtle recalculation that happens without thought, like bodies moving around a cold patch of air.It shouldn’t bother me.It does. Gran walks beside me through the square, her shoes tapping a steady rhythm against the stone. She looks exactly the same as she always does–wrapped in her coat, hair tucked beneath her scarf, eyes sharp and missing nothing. If anyone’s watching her differently, she doesn’t care.If they’re watching me, she notices.“Don’t slouch,” she murmurs without looking at me.“I’m not.”“You are. You do it when you’re bracing.I straighten automatically, then scowl when I realize she’s right. The square is busy for this time of day, a few vendors have set up tables despite the cold weather. Children dart between adults, boots sliding on pa
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Without BarriersSaxaIt starts small.Not dramatic, not some glowing line between us or thunder rumbling in approval.Just.. awareness.I’m standing at the sink rinsing my hands, thinking about absolutely nothing important, when the sensation slips in under my skin like a soft tide.Warmth.Not mine.Him.Not images. Not words. Just the unmistakable weight of Eirik’s presence, like he’s pressed a palm to the center of my chest from the inside.I straighten slowly.Only He’s not here. He’s halfway across the territory. I know that as clearly as I know my own name.And yet–My mind leans in his direction the way a compass needle leans north.I blink.“Okay,” I whisper to the empty kitchen. “that’s … new.”The feeling doesn’t overwhelm. It doesn’t crowd. It hums quietly beneath everything else.Comfort.Anchor.A thread that has always existed but now refuses to pretend it doesn’t.Somewhere in the distance, he pauses.I don’t see it. I feel it.Like a held breath.then , faint as a whi
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