Romans & histoires Binding 13 Audiobook

## Sophia POV Ears ringing. Gasoline and wet rubber choking out the scent of rain. For a few terrifying seconds, the world was reduced to the high-pitched whine in my skull and the blinding, agonizing fire radiating from my left wrist. The SUV was tilted sideways, its front bumper pinned against the shattered base of a streetlamp. Steam hissed violently from under the crumpled hood. Beside me, Dante groaned—a weak, pain-filled sound, but he was alive.

The air responded not violently It only listened. More like it was listening to my heartbeat. The seal spirals from my wrist, thin and silver, threading into the ground. Power hums—familiar, restrained, obedient. My mind told me that what I was about to do was wrong. My blood is already aware that this was indeed wrong I pulled backwards swiftly and the glow faded away. I placed my hands on my chest with trembling hands. The night let out its breath. “I can still bind,” I whisper. Not gods.Not fully for now just a little

My instincts tell me to keep going and to, maybe, let him in. “Not long after joining together, during our travels we were attacked by five rogues. We could scent them at first, but my instincts alerted both of us of the danger before the attack. Using my training and daggers, I fought as best as I could, but we only took two of the five down and were starting to lose. I heard Arius cry out and something inside me bubbled up. An energy from within me, abilities of my protector side came out, and it was like an electric shock. Suddenly, Arius was blessed and I could feel energy surge through him. Next thing I knew, the last three rogues were dead and we were victorious. There was a change bet

“Then let it speak. And I’ll listen too.” The wind shifted. The trees around us shivered as a low hum rolled through the air — faint, melodic, and otherworldly. The Seal pulsed in time with the sound, and suddenly, I could hear whispers again. But these weren’t the same as before. They were clearer now, full of words I could almost understand. Balance must burn before it binds. I froze. “Did you hear that?” Luther frowned. “Hear what?” “The Seal—it spoke.” My heart pounded. “It said something about burning and binding.”

The Binding The ground beneath them rumbled, a deep, vibrating hum that echoed through the forest as if the very earth was protesting the act of binding. Emily’s fingers tightened around the flickering flames, her heart pounding with an unfamiliar, suffocating weight. The seed had taken root, and now the vine, still entwined with that monstrous eye, was calling to something ancient, something that had slumbered for far too long. “I can feel it,” Emily whispered, her voice ragged as she extended her hand toward the vine. “The fire’s fading… I don’t know if I can hold it back.”

The way my lips curl upwards is an unfamiliar sensation, I can only hope he doesn't notice my discomfort. His hand clasps mine firmly in a handshake. "It's good to have you back, Audrey." Brian's voice is like velvet, warm, and smooth. Some of the tension that I've been harboring for tomorrow dissolves. It's hard to imagine this affable man capable of inflicting any kind of torture. Still, I keep my guard up and watch my words. Nothing is safe here. "It's a pleasure to meet you, alpha." He nods, and I step back. He greets Devin in the same familiar way, and together we get into the pack house.

“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.

“She’s pushing back.” My chest tightened. I knew he was talking about Aurelia. The sound of her name echoed in my head like a wound reopening. “What does that have to do with me?” I demanded, though part of me already knew the answer. The old man’s mouth twisted. Not quite a smile. “Everything.” He leaned closer, lowering his voice as if the stone itself might be listening. “They bound you wrong. All of you, really. They thought suffering would break the connection. But what they don't know is that suffering also has an emotion that it emmits.”

Although the brutal jolt nearly broke my bones, it freed me from the homeless man. I laid weakly on the ground and allowed my body to be dragged along. The friction between my skin and the pavement brought a pain so sharp it felt like my skin was being peeled away. Blood splattered in a long trail behind me. Eula leaned out the car window and laughed hysterically at the sight of my miserable state. A high-pitched ringing filled my ears. Lights and shadows danced before my eyes.

He stood there for a long moment, jaw working, hands clenched at his sides. Then he turned and walked out without another word. The doors closed behind him. Miriam exhaled and let her head fall back against the pillow. Emily sat back down beside her and took her hand. “I’m here,” she said. “I’m not going anywhere.” ……………. He drove without paying attention to the road. His knuckles were on the steering wheel. Every street looked the same, blurred into nothing, his mind stuck on one image — Miriam in the pool of her own blood.