Binding 13 Audiobook Free Novels & Stories

This was treason. I didn’t speak. Instead, I wrapped my arms around my husband, trying to fill us both with comfort. His hands gripped my hips, kneading them as the energy shifted between us. The muted hum of the Binding was faint but insistent. It whispered against our bodies, telling us that we belonged together. I ignored the ache in my heart for Vivienne and Nathaniel’s dead friendship and leaned into the Binding. My lips searched for his, up and down his neck and chest. When they finally found his lips, I bit the bottom, hoping a distraction would fill the void I felt.

Because of them. He rubbed his jaw, feeling the faint stubble he hadn’t bothered shaving this morning. The bond pulsed softly, like it could sense the shift in his focus. Audrey was probably still in the kitchen, laughing at something Theo said. He didn’t reach for it. Not fully. Just enough to confirm she was safe and relaxed. That had to be enough for now. Adrian opened the first textbook. Pack Governance and Hierarchical Structures. The pages blurred for half a second before he forced his mind into the familiar grooves. Calculations. Variables. Outcomes. This, he could control.

Adam rolls his eyes as he crosses his arms and Luther looks back at me eyes and says, “Go ahead, try.” I take a deep breath before attempting to do what he said. I feel abnormally cold and like I’m in someone else’s body as I tell him, “Pick up the third book on the top book shelf.” I don’t know why I chose for him to do that, I just needed to instruct him to do something, it’s not like it’ll work anyway. But then he walks, he does exactly as I’ve said and then comes back to me with the book in hand. I frown as I take it from him and I focus on releasing the grip I feel like I have on his mind. The moment I do, he takes a sharp breath.

he warned, his voice icy. As he took to the trail, the forest seemed to close in around him, the shadows of the looming trees stretching long and eerie. But he was determined to find the queen or die trying. ~*~ ~Ezinne~ I skirted the edges of consciousness, my temple throbbing from an earlier impact. Muffled voices filled my ears, making me nauseous. I tried to raise my hand to rub my aching temple but realized with a jolt that my hands were bound. Full consciousness slammed into me at the realization that I was held captive. My eyes flared open, and I found myself in a moving vehicle, wedged between two hulking men, with a driver in front. I wriggled my body, in a futile attempt to free my

“Wow! See who we have here!!” Startled, my senses were abruptly awakened by a resounding exclamation that echoed through the door. Like a siren's call, the commanding voice captured our attention, drawing our gaze toward the source. "Sebastian" the name escaped Damien's lips, dripping with venomous disdain. At that moment, the air became charged with otherworldly energy, as if a spell had been cast, leaving me entranced by the mysterious tension that hung in the room.

Catalina’s POV. The door shut with a soft but final click; the sound echoed through my ears like a gunshot, making me shudder. I slid down the doorframe, my legs no longer able to hold me up. Sobs wracked my body, my shoulders shaking with each ragged breath. My fingers rose to touch my lips—the same lips Matteo had ravished with a hunger that left them raw and tingling. The feel of his mouth, his hands, his heat—all of it—was branded into me like a scar that could never be washed off.

“So tight, so perfect. This p*ssy is so mine.” I clutched at him, nails raking his back, gasping as he filled me completely. Every inch of him burned inside me, completing me, grounding me. “Leonard…” My voice cracked, tears pricking my eyes from the overwhelming mix of pain, pleasure, and the unbearable intimacy.

He had to believe me. “Romer, no, please believe me, this is all a misunderstanding” I tried to talk but the voice was stuck in my throat, and barely a whisper came out. “I would never hurt you, I love you…” and I tried to stretch my arm to touch his. I needed his touch, his warmth. He retracted his arm, and looked at me in full disgust. His jaw clenched, and his eyes became even darker. He was close to losing control and if his wolf took over it would become a disaster.

“Unbound don’t leave warnings unless they’re confident.” The sigil moved. I sucked in a breath as the imprint flared brighter, hollow reacting violently. A presence unfolded, and not corporeal, not fully here. A projection. The air thickened. Then a voice echoed through the clearing. “Null Blood.” It spoke my title like a challenge. “You anchor what should be free,” the voice continued, layered and distant. “You bind fragments that were never meant to kneel.” My jaw tightened. “They don’t kneel. They stabilize.”

The silence stretched, charged with unspoken desire and frustration. Finally, he exhaled sharply and stepped back, running a hand through his dark hair. “Fine,” he said, his voice rough. “You want to play in my world? I’ll give you one club. The new one on the east side. But you report to me, Bella. And you don’t get to run off and do things your way. Understand?”