Romans & histoires Binding 13 Audiobook

“It’s awake now. The First Blood. The source of everything—wolves, bonds, kingdoms. It remembers us.” “And what does it want?” I whispered. He looked back at me, the faintest sadness flickering across his features. “To feed.” The earth trembled. The sky cracked again, light bleeding from the seams. I stumbled, clutching my chest as the bond flared violently. The hum grew louder until it was unbearable. Two halves. One blood. One will. The voice echoed through both our minds. Auren winced. “It’s binding again. It wants to finish what we started.”

Vaguely, through the roaring in my ears, I heard Kael shout my name. Felt Rian’s hand grab my arm. Felt my brothers surge forward, swords and shields, and fury. It didn’t matter. The curse had found its favorite pathway. Again. Master Binder’s laughter rang sharp through the chamber. “Die properly this time, little vessel,” she crooned, voice warped by the torrent of power pouring through her. The world went white around the edges. Burning agony swallowed everything else.

“And I walk with you. Until the last ember fades… or the world is reborn.” The sky above them darkened—not with storm, but with eclipse. The ash stirred. A new bond had been forged. But far in the frozen north, in a crypt carved from bone and salt, the Thirteenth Voice opened its eyes. And whispered. > “She gathers them. Let her try…”

The world collapses down to one truth: He will never touch or hurt anyone again. I don’t stop when he goes down. I don’t stop when he curls in on himself, hands coming up too late, blood at his mouth. I stop only when a sound cuts through the fog. A sob from Libby. I turn and see Libby is on the floor behind the counter and curled in on herself. Her arms are wrapped around her head and she’s rocking slightly like she’s trying to disappear into the tiles. “No, no, no,” she whispers. “Please—please—”

It was such a sad encounter and that happened immediately after we entered Spain. “Let’s get down now! We have to make our way out!” I ordered and just then we heard a very loud blast. It came like a mighty force which propelled our vehicle down the cliff in a summersault.

Then the other emotions came, like pain…humiliation that someone I trusted had been spoken to that way, anger that Alexa had dared to say such things aloud, and a simmering heat at Rowan for even being in a position where someone could whisper those things to him. I listened to the clip twice, three times, until the different pieces blurred into one terrible, perfect proof that he had not yielded. “He told you no,” I whispered to the empty chairs around me. “He told you ‘no.’”, deep down I was wishing she would just back off since he has declined. I mean, ladies tend to back down once a man tells them no, but it seems this one was daring. The recording played on, fragments of confession and

“How do you know how to read this? No one in the pack touches these books. They are locked away for a reason.” “I just do,” I said. My voice sounded different for a second. Clearer and steadier. “It is called Echo Binding. That is what is happening. Someone imprinted pieces of him into me. It is not random. It needs a compatible host, someone already weak or dying.” Rhydian grabbed my arm, grip firm but not painful. “Echo Binding? Keep reading. What else does it say? Tell me everything.”

I had only wanted to be there for him, seeing we now shared a mate bond. The scene had left me shaken, and I couldn’t help but wonder if our bond was as strong as I had believed. The uncertainty gnawed at me, and I couldn’t help but think our journey together was far from better. *** Tristan I sat there, alone in my room, the echo of Fiona’s furious footsteps still resonating in my ears. Her handprint burned on my cheek, a reminder of her fierce exit. Shock coursed through me, not just from her slap but from the hazy memories of the previous night that lingered in the corners of my mind.

Hello, If you're still reading Sin That Binds. It was decided that I'd make it a two-part series of short horror mm erotica. So here is BOOK TWO. I hope you enjoyed Book One, Matthew and Khatri's story, and their plot twist. Title: Sanctum

Chapter 3: The North Bridge Ambush The armored SUV tore through the rainy streets of the city like a silent predator. Inside, the air was thick with the scent of gun oil and Dante’s heavy cologne. He sat across from me, his long legs taking up most of the space. He was cleaning a sleek, black handgun, his movements rhythmic and terrifyingly calm. "We’re three minutes from the bridge," Lorenzo said from the front seat, checking his tactical watch. "The scouts report nothing. It’s quiet, Bianca. Too quiet."