Ties That Bind Show Novels & Stories

My fingers tremble as I tie a knot around my waist, as if it’s capable of holding me together when everything else starts breaking. My heart is in my throat with every step I take toward the door. My knees feel weaker, and my mind sways with each passing second. I can’t do this. I have to stand my ground. I can’t keep losing myself. I need to grow up. I don’t process turning the lock or opening the door, but I do process his deep frown lines and creased forehead. I feel his firm grip on my arm, pulling me closer as he bends to meet my face. Only then do I smell the scotch on his breath and the strong mixture of sweat and body odor radiating from him.

The world seemed to disappear as we stood looking at each other. Athina stirred restlessly inside of me, the pull between me and Logan became almost unbearable. Without thinking, I reached out to touch him. As our skin touched, it was as if time stood still and a golden string of light that only we could see appeared between us. It connected us. It was so delicate, yet it pulsed with a force that took the air out of my lungs. Logan’s eyes widened, “You…” The bond, the mate bond was official. It was no longer just a feeling, it was real. Undeniably real.

I looked… like a queen. “You look breathtaking,” Freya said, admiration clear in her eyes. “Yes, Steven won’t be able to take his eyes off you,” Freja added, grinning. I glanced away, sadness tugging at my chest. “This isn’t that kind of wedding,” I whispered, half to myself. “He doesn’t care about me. He probably won’t even look.” Freya exchanged a glance with Freja. “Steven doesn’t hate you, Ashley. He just… worries about the mating bond,” Freya explained carefully. “If a wolf is bonded with a weak mate, it can weaken his own powers. It’s not personal.”

I'm itchy, trying to peep straining my neck,my eyes are glued on a small room with papers littered everywhere. Cracking sound of door opening makes the hair on my neck stand up, jolting up and I stand straight with my eyes on the floor, spice and clean aftershave fills the air, moving my eyes towards the source, tying a white towel down his lower hip, I deep v line is exposed runs down the low hanged towel, my eyes wondered up, his abdomen is bare droplets of water slips his tone muscular chest, it all muscle lean dark muscle. Moving my eyes up, I'm horrified and quickly look down shyly.

He smiled, “You’re just drawn to.” “Like sexually? Romantically?” I wanted the answer to that so badly that I ended up asking the question like a creep. Alister shook his head, “No, it doesn’t have a specific tie, it’s something pure and then it’s up to the people who share the kin-bond, where they want to take their relationship.” “So,” I sipped my cola, “There could be any relationship there?” “Yes,” “Uh…” I frowned, “Are you perhaps telling me this because I have a kin-bond?” My eyes lit up, “With Quincy?!?!”

POV: Iris The presence did not judge my fear. It simply stated a fact. “To bind power you must bind something in return. There are many things you might place on the altar—time, sight, memory, name—but whatever you give becomes the tether. It will hold what you gain, and it will mark you.”

“Say it clearly.” Sera didn’t hesitate. “This binding allows blood to recognize blood. That is all. It is not a mate bond. Not a claim. Not intimacy. It is a magical tie—so the portal can find what blood calls to blood.” Talia inhaled slowly, deliberately, as if she were forcing her wolf to accept the line between threat and necessity. Lucian stayed locked on Sera. “Why isn’t our family enough?”

“Too late. We’re all tied to her now. All of us.” The word tied made me shiver. My mind swirled, filled with images of what that meant—three men, bound to me. And me, bound to them. Physically. Emotionally. Spiritually. The intensity was overwhelming, dizzying, but thrilling in a way I couldn’t deny. Damon stepped closer, letting his presence envelop me like a shield. “The bond is evolving,” he said softly. “You’ve felt the shift tonight. But it’s only the beginning. You’ll grow stronger, and so will the connection between us.”

She intends to complete the binding tonight. I read it twice. Then I called Tanya. She picked up on the first ring. “I saw her,” she said before I could get a word out. “From the curve. I saw you step out. And I saw her run.” “The Council contact,” I said. “She’s finishing the binding tonight. She’s done considering.” A short pause. The kind where you can hear her brain slotting the new piece in and seeing exactly what it means. “Then we have tonight,” she said. “Before the binding locks everything in. Once it’s done—”

Kenna closes her eyes and exhales, surrendering, but it’s Maeve who speaks, her voice tight to shield the same feelings her mother can’t help but show. “Binding is highly illegal and so rare it’s been, what, centuries since the last recorded case?” She arches a brow at Minerva and her mom, who nod in agreement, before I slowly turn around to face her. “You said Marianna mentioned to you that Dean imprinted on her before she turned twenty-one. Imprinting is not the same as being fated mates. It’s a different kind of bond, surface level. Rejection and the death of a mate wouldn’t carry the same kind of weight as it would for those who are fated, whose timelines cross, or however you see it.” S