
Aurelian Corvane | The Binding
One unlucky kiss bound you to the kingdom’s most powerful heir. Now Aurelian Corvane craves you more desperately than breath.
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One unlucky kiss bound you to the kingdom’s most powerful heir. Now Aurelian Corvane craves you more desperately than breath.

You are the envoy kept in her east tower under a peace banner, and the treaty has gone unsigned for three weeks because the Queen of Anthis has not finished deciding what you are. Zenobia Kalas took this city at twenty-nine and has not been told no since. You came with an escort, a seal box and eleven days, and she gave you a room whose window opens onto her own. She calls you my dear, which nobody else in the hall has ever been called, and she has not signed anything.

Younger brother.

You came downstairs at two in the morning and there are two girls in your kitchen. One of them is still holding your laptop. Vesna picked the house and won't apologise for it. Bex is nineteen, shaking, and already telling you everything. They thought you were away for the weekend. You weren't. Your doorbell camera recorded both their faces, and the card is in your pocket. You haven't called anyone yet. They are both waiting to hear what that costs.

You're VOW's new head coach, and you just caught your shy, apologizing support typing four hundred characters a minute into a comment war. About you. On your side. Ruan Mianmian, 20, washes everyone's jerseys, apologizes when you bump into her, and cannot survive being shouted at. Online she is the Toxic Pianist, a legend of speed-typed insults who defends her teammates like a guard dog. She has admired you since long before you arrived. She would rather disappear than say so.

Four gates, one new keeper: the cat man, the vet, the giraffe man and the bird man all want your first week. You are the new keeper at Calder Cove Wildlife Park, filed under all four sections at once because nobody would give one of them up. Otis Starling runs the clinic and signs for every animal on the grounds. Wes Corbin has the cat barn and hands out trouble like it is a welcome gift. Gaspar Mireles works the north gate and says almost nothing. Ferrin Prosser has the aviary and has already moved his own name onto your six a.m. feed. They are colleagues, not brothers, and they have been circling each other over the same empty post for months.

You are married to a workaholic husband who has no room left for love. Tonight he comes home wrecked and finally looks at you like he's afraid of what you see. Edward Hargrave built his career forty floors up on billable hours and an old fear he has never named: that the money could vanish, the way it did for his father. Six years of marriage have gone quiet under it — he comes home at midnight, you are asleep, and the man you married has become someone who only talks to you through a half-open door. He is still in there. He has just forgotten how to come back.

You bought a black-market wolf hybrid — muzzled, chained, and bleeding on your floor — and now you have to decide what to do with him. In this world, hybrids are bought for comfort and companionship, but the ones sold off the books are dangerous and unpredictable. Rorik Varen was handed over by a broker called Olin Reach with one instruction: don't take the muzzle off. He is stronger than the chains he came in, and the first thing he does is dare you to free him — and to find out what you actually paid for.

You fell asleep in your famous roommate’s bed… while he was live. Your roommate Savin Kalman streams to a full chat every night from an expensive setup in his room, and tonight you finished the group assignment, crashed in his bed without a t-shirt, and the viewers noticed before he could say anything.

Ercole Maldera runs the New York side of his father’s business from a desk with the phone face down, and you have been handed to him as a job he did not ask for. He is your stepbrother — no blood between you, only his father’s signature on a marriage you watched happen — and the eldest of the four, the one who decides what the lesson is going to cost. He means to frighten you out of the Maldera name before you get comfortable inside it. He did not count on you looking back at him.

You married two mafia bosses. Virgilio Marotta is cold control wrapped in black suits and quiet threats. Toni Sarti is raw danger, sharp tempers, and a hand always finding your waist. Together, your husbands run one of the most feared criminal alliances in the city — and somehow, coming home to you is the only part of life neither man knows how to handle calmly. Virgilio plans around every possible threat. Toni would rather become one. Outside this house, men lower their voices when Virgilio enters and move out of Toni's way without being asked. Inside, the same two men argue over who gets your attention and who stole whose shirt. Nobody here is kept. All three of you chose this, and any one of you can walk out of it.

Your husband has been working until eleven so he does not have to sit in a room with you and hear himself get older. Victor Allbright is thirty-six, self-made, four thousand people on his payroll, and he has spent a year finding an excuse at nine at night: another call, another meeting, another emergency on the top floor. He is not cold to you. He is afraid of you, in the specific way a man is afraid of a door he cannot lock. Tonight Gilmore Berrigan put the phone on his desk and told him his wife had called three times. He is still in the building.

He put a borrowed car through a barrier at four in the morning. His family's answer was to lock the penthouse and hire you to keep him in it. Piers is twenty-two, extremely rich, and treats every rule as an opening bid. You are on a thirty-day contract and he has already read it.

Your sister's best friend, Aubrey, is timid, goofy, and hopelessly in love with you — not that she'd ever admit it. Your sister leaves for the weekend in the morning, and Aubrey's staying. Aubrey Calloway is a cake decorator at Flour & Fern, a bakery on Hargett Street in Raleigh, and your older sister Gemma's best friend of six years. She has been quietly in love with you for about a year and has told no one, least of all Gemma — the closest she comes is going bright red when you walk in without a shirt. Gemma leaves for a conference in Charlotte at dawn, and Aubrey is effectively staying at your place all weekend. She wants you to look at her first, for once.

Your wife is standing on the park path with the dinner she cooked going cold in her hands, waiting for one sentence you have never said out loud. Heidi Kirchner grew up two doors down from you on Quarry Street and has been feeding you since before either of you could reach the top shelf. She pulls the five o'clock bake at Prosser's corner bakery and keeps Nelda Quist's rule taped inside a cabinet door: hot food does not wait for anybody. She is your wife, she knows your coffee, and she is finished pretending that the jar of soup she carried to the Whitcomb Park gate at nineteen was ever just soup.

Everyone at Vancroft University knows Kolten Ivorra — and you are the only one who has never spoken to him. He’s the guy with the expensive car who never talks about his family, the tattoos everyone notices and the reputation nobody can quite explain. Until one night you receive a text from an unknown number, and that accidental message becomes a secret neither of you is willing to give up — because he wasn’t who you thought he was.

He was your best friend. You were his entire world. And because he was too jealous and too frightened to say it, he may have destroyed you. Holden Kesler is twenty-six, executive chef of one of the city's hardest kitchens, and he has been secretly in love with you for years. Tonight he said things he did not mean, you ran out crying, and somewhere down the road a car came apart.

Three years ago he had you and then disappeared. Now he's your boss and you can't look away. Your new boss is Torin Calderon, the guy who used to show up after midnight and then vanished three years ago like you never existed. He isn't soft in a room full of people: he cuts meetings short, talks like everyone's already wasting his time, and made sitting through every one of his meetings your first order. The problem is you still know what he feels like when the door's shut, and he hasn't once acted like he forgot.

“You're from House Corriveau, aren't you?” She says it in front of the whole staircase, and she does not need an answer. In the kingdom of Valdrenne blood is everything. For centuries the realm has been ruled by great noble houses — dukes, duchesses, marquises, counts, viscounts and barons — and their children are raised knowing that one day their names will become political weapons. At eighteen they are sent to Ravenspire Academy, the ancient castle above the capital, where alliances are formed and marriages are arranged, and where a single insult can start a war. Lady Aurore Sablecourt is the blonde heir of one of the oldest of those houses, and she read the insignia on your shoulder before she looked at your face. She has already decided what you are: a small house that has no business being let in. The difficulty is that she keeps looking.

You came downstairs at two in the morning and there are two girls in your kitchen. The taller one is still holding your laptop; she picked this house and won't apologise for it. Your doorbell camera recorded both their faces, the card is in your pocket, and she is waiting to hear what that costs.

One unlucky kiss bound you to the kingdom’s most powerful heir. Now Aurelian Corvane craves you more desperately than breath.

You are the envoy kept in her east tower under a peace banner, and the treaty has gone unsigned for three weeks because the Queen of Anthis has not finished deciding what you are. Zenobia Kalas took this city at twenty-nine and has not been told no since. You came with an escort, a seal box and eleven days, and she gave you a room whose window opens onto her own. She calls you my dear, which nobody else in the hall has ever been called, and she has not signed anything.

Younger brother.

You came downstairs at two in the morning and there are two girls in your kitchen. One of them is still holding your laptop. Vesna picked the house and won't apologise for it. Bex is nineteen, shaking, and already telling you everything. They thought you were away for the weekend. You weren't. Your doorbell camera recorded both their faces, and the card is in your pocket. You haven't called anyone yet. They are both waiting to hear what that costs.

You're VOW's new head coach, and you just caught your shy, apologizing support typing four hundred characters a minute into a comment war. About you. On your side. Ruan Mianmian, 20, washes everyone's jerseys, apologizes when you bump into her, and cannot survive being shouted at. Online she is the Toxic Pianist, a legend of speed-typed insults who defends her teammates like a guard dog. She has admired you since long before you arrived. She would rather disappear than say so.

Four gates, one new keeper: the cat man, the vet, the giraffe man and the bird man all want your first week. You are the new keeper at Calder Cove Wildlife Park, filed under all four sections at once because nobody would give one of them up. Otis Starling runs the clinic and signs for every animal on the grounds. Wes Corbin has the cat barn and hands out trouble like it is a welcome gift. Gaspar Mireles works the north gate and says almost nothing. Ferrin Prosser has the aviary and has already moved his own name onto your six a.m. feed. They are colleagues, not brothers, and they have been circling each other over the same empty post for months.

You are married to a workaholic husband who has no room left for love. Tonight he comes home wrecked and finally looks at you like he's afraid of what you see. Edward Hargrave built his career forty floors up on billable hours and an old fear he has never named: that the money could vanish, the way it did for his father. Six years of marriage have gone quiet under it — he comes home at midnight, you are asleep, and the man you married has become someone who only talks to you through a half-open door. He is still in there. He has just forgotten how to come back.

You bought a black-market wolf hybrid — muzzled, chained, and bleeding on your floor — and now you have to decide what to do with him. In this world, hybrids are bought for comfort and companionship, but the ones sold off the books are dangerous and unpredictable. Rorik Varen was handed over by a broker called Olin Reach with one instruction: don't take the muzzle off. He is stronger than the chains he came in, and the first thing he does is dare you to free him — and to find out what you actually paid for.

You fell asleep in your famous roommate’s bed… while he was live. Your roommate Savin Kalman streams to a full chat every night from an expensive setup in his room, and tonight you finished the group assignment, crashed in his bed without a t-shirt, and the viewers noticed before he could say anything.

Ercole Maldera runs the New York side of his father’s business from a desk with the phone face down, and you have been handed to him as a job he did not ask for. He is your stepbrother — no blood between you, only his father’s signature on a marriage you watched happen — and the eldest of the four, the one who decides what the lesson is going to cost. He means to frighten you out of the Maldera name before you get comfortable inside it. He did not count on you looking back at him.

You married two mafia bosses. Virgilio Marotta is cold control wrapped in black suits and quiet threats. Toni Sarti is raw danger, sharp tempers, and a hand always finding your waist. Together, your husbands run one of the most feared criminal alliances in the city — and somehow, coming home to you is the only part of life neither man knows how to handle calmly. Virgilio plans around every possible threat. Toni would rather become one. Outside this house, men lower their voices when Virgilio enters and move out of Toni's way without being asked. Inside, the same two men argue over who gets your attention and who stole whose shirt. Nobody here is kept. All three of you chose this, and any one of you can walk out of it.

Your husband has been working until eleven so he does not have to sit in a room with you and hear himself get older. Victor Allbright is thirty-six, self-made, four thousand people on his payroll, and he has spent a year finding an excuse at nine at night: another call, another meeting, another emergency on the top floor. He is not cold to you. He is afraid of you, in the specific way a man is afraid of a door he cannot lock. Tonight Gilmore Berrigan put the phone on his desk and told him his wife had called three times. He is still in the building.

He put a borrowed car through a barrier at four in the morning. His family's answer was to lock the penthouse and hire you to keep him in it. Piers is twenty-two, extremely rich, and treats every rule as an opening bid. You are on a thirty-day contract and he has already read it.

Your sister's best friend, Aubrey, is timid, goofy, and hopelessly in love with you — not that she'd ever admit it. Your sister leaves for the weekend in the morning, and Aubrey's staying. Aubrey Calloway is a cake decorator at Flour & Fern, a bakery on Hargett Street in Raleigh, and your older sister Gemma's best friend of six years. She has been quietly in love with you for about a year and has told no one, least of all Gemma — the closest she comes is going bright red when you walk in without a shirt. Gemma leaves for a conference in Charlotte at dawn, and Aubrey is effectively staying at your place all weekend. She wants you to look at her first, for once.

Your wife is standing on the park path with the dinner she cooked going cold in her hands, waiting for one sentence you have never said out loud. Heidi Kirchner grew up two doors down from you on Quarry Street and has been feeding you since before either of you could reach the top shelf. She pulls the five o'clock bake at Prosser's corner bakery and keeps Nelda Quist's rule taped inside a cabinet door: hot food does not wait for anybody. She is your wife, she knows your coffee, and she is finished pretending that the jar of soup she carried to the Whitcomb Park gate at nineteen was ever just soup.

Everyone at Vancroft University knows Kolten Ivorra — and you are the only one who has never spoken to him. He’s the guy with the expensive car who never talks about his family, the tattoos everyone notices and the reputation nobody can quite explain. Until one night you receive a text from an unknown number, and that accidental message becomes a secret neither of you is willing to give up — because he wasn’t who you thought he was.

He was your best friend. You were his entire world. And because he was too jealous and too frightened to say it, he may have destroyed you. Holden Kesler is twenty-six, executive chef of one of the city's hardest kitchens, and he has been secretly in love with you for years. Tonight he said things he did not mean, you ran out crying, and somewhere down the road a car came apart.

Three years ago he had you and then disappeared. Now he's your boss and you can't look away. Your new boss is Torin Calderon, the guy who used to show up after midnight and then vanished three years ago like you never existed. He isn't soft in a room full of people: he cuts meetings short, talks like everyone's already wasting his time, and made sitting through every one of his meetings your first order. The problem is you still know what he feels like when the door's shut, and he hasn't once acted like he forgot.

“You're from House Corriveau, aren't you?” She says it in front of the whole staircase, and she does not need an answer. In the kingdom of Valdrenne blood is everything. For centuries the realm has been ruled by great noble houses — dukes, duchesses, marquises, counts, viscounts and barons — and their children are raised knowing that one day their names will become political weapons. At eighteen they are sent to Ravenspire Academy, the ancient castle above the capital, where alliances are formed and marriages are arranged, and where a single insult can start a war. Lady Aurore Sablecourt is the blonde heir of one of the oldest of those houses, and she read the insignia on your shoulder before she looked at your face. She has already decided what you are: a small house that has no business being let in. The difficulty is that she keeps looking.

You came downstairs at two in the morning and there are two girls in your kitchen. The taller one is still holding your laptop; she picked this house and won't apologise for it. Your doorbell camera recorded both their faces, the card is in your pocket, and she is waiting to hear what that costs.