LOGINSeren’s POV
“Alphas, we can settle the eastern border lines right now, provided we confirm the terms of the collateral first,” Davan said, his voice ringing across the long mahogany table.
He leaned forward, adjusting the cuffs of his carefully ironed tunic. He sat directly across from me, but his eyes were fixed entirely on the two men flanking my sides. He didn't look at me once. He was talking over my head, using that same patronizing tone he always used whenever he wanted to handle pack business while keeping me in the dark.
“The unranked female is already in your possession, as agreed,” Davan continued, waving a hand casually in my direction. “So there is no reason to delay the signature on the timber routes. We can close this chapter today.”
Caelum didn't say a single word. He sat perfectly still to my left, his large hands resting flat on the table, his dark eyes fixed entirely on Davan's throat. To my right, Rysen leaned back in his chair, his arms crossed, his face an unreadable mask. Neither Alpha looked at Davan. Neither Alpha spoke. They just let the silence stretch, heavy and suffocating.
Davan shifted in his seat, a tiny bead of sweat breaking out near his temple. “Look, if the Graevel pack needs to provide additional documentation regarding her lack of a wolf, I can get that from our clinic by tonight. We want to ensure the Vord territory feels secure with the transfer.”
He had been talking for exactly one minute. It was the same confident, arrogant voice from the phone call.
“Davan,” I said quietly.
He stopped instantly, his mouth sticking open for a fraction of a second. He finally shifted his gaze to me, frowning slightly as if surprised I was even allowed to speak in this room. “Seren, please. Let the Alphas and me handle the legalities. You don't understand how these territory contracts work.”
“I heard the call,” I said, my voice completely steady, cutting right through his explanation.
Davan blinked, his brow furrowing. “What are you talking about? What call?”
“The live call on your kitchen counter. Nine days ago,” I said, leaning forward slightly so he could see the absolute lack of fear in my eyes. “The one where you told Jax that I was packing my old sweaters into boxes and that it was hilarious. The one where you said I was perfect practice to sharpen yourself for a real woman like Zola.”
Davan’s face went completely white. The confident posture dissolved in an instant, his shoulders tightening as he glanced nervously at Caelum and then at Rysen.
“Seren, wait,” Davan stammered, his hands coming up in a frantic gesture. “You are taking things completely out of context. That was just locker room talk with the warriors. You know how they pressure me. I didn't mean—”
“You said girls like me are grateful for any attention we get,” I continued, quoting him back to himself word for word, letting each phrase drop into the room like a heavy stone. “You said if you give us a warm meal and a place to sleep, we will swallow every single lie. You said I was too stupidly in love to see what was right in front of my face.”
“That is enough,” Davan whispered, his voice cracking as he looked at the two silent Alphas, who were still watching him like predators evaluating a meal. “We can talk about our personal matters privately, Seren. This is a formal pack meeting.”
“There is no public or private left for us, Davan,” I said, and for the first time, a small, cold smile touched my lips. “I am not angry with you. I actually blame myself. I blame myself for loving a coward with my eyes completely shut for two whole years. But I want you to look at me right now and hear this clearly: this is the absolute last time I will ever blame myself for anything you caused.”
I leaned back in my chair, exhaling a slow breath. “We are done. You can take your midnight black GT coupe and your new girl, and you can get out of my sight.”
The silence that followed my words was the loudest thing I had ever heard in my life. It pressed down on the room like a physical weight. Davan sat frozen, his fingers twitching against the mahogany table, completely dismantled in front of the two most powerful Alphas in the territory. He had come into this room thinking he could negotiate his way out with his dignity intact, and I had stripped it away from him in under three minutes without raising my voice once.
“Alphas,” Davan choked out, trying desperately to recover his footing. “The girl is clearly emotional. The stress of the transfer has made her unstable. The Graevel pack still stands by the original terms of the timber routes, regardless of her personal outbursts.”
He looked at Caelum, begging for a response. He looked at Rysen. Neither of them gave him a single glance. Seren did not help him. I sat there, my face a slate of cold stone, watching him drown in his own pathetic desperation.
Marcus, the enforcer, stepped forward from the back wall, breaking the silence as he flipped open the folder on his clipboard. He didn't acknowledge Davan's panic at all.
“Before the Alphas sign the border closure, there is an official clause in the original High Council transfer document that must be read into the record,” Marcus said, his dull voice cutting through the tension.
Davan swallowed hard, nodding quickly. “Yes, read it. Let's finish the legalities.”
Marcus cleared his throat. “Clause seven, sub-section B. The Graevel pack authorizes the permanent relocation of the subject, Seren Ashvale, for the explicit purpose of containment regarding an unconfirmed anomaly.”
I frowned, my chest tightening. “What anomaly?”
Davan looked just as confused, his eyes widening as he stared at Marcus. “What does that mean? The Council just told me she was a liability to the district circle because she was unranked and couldn't contribute to the guard lines. They didn't say anything about an anomaly.”
He was telling the truth. I could see the genuine ignorance in his face. He didn't know what that word meant.
But as I looked away from Davan, my pulse took a sudden, violent halt.
To my left, Caelum’s jaw tightened so hard a small muscle leaped in his cheek. His dark eyes narrowed into a terrifyingly sharp focus, his fingers digging into the wood of the table. To my right, Rysen went entirely still, the easy posture disappearing as his chest stopped moving completely.
Both Alphas knew exactly what that word meant. They saw something hidden inside that council clause that both Davan and I had missed, and the sudden, lethal energy radiating off them made the hair on my arms stand up. Neither of them said a word to explain it.
“The meeting is concluded,” Caelum said, his voice dropping into a register so deep it made the floorboards vibrate.
I didn't wait for Davan to look at me again. I didn't wait to see if he would try to speak to me. I stood up from my chair, pulled my shoulders back, and walked out of the formal room first, leaving the men behind me.
As I walked down the long stone corridor back to my floor, the initial adrenaline began to fade, leaving a hollow, heavy weight in my stomach. I couldn't read Caelum and Rysen. I had done something incredibly bold, breaking up with my former mate right in front of them, and I had no idea if it made me look strong or completely foolish in their eyes. I hated how much their opinion already mattered to me. I hated the way my mind kept replaying the way they had frozen when Marcus read that clause.
That night, the territory was completely dark. The wind howled through the pine trees outside my vast window, and I lay awake on the mattress, staring at the ceiling as the strange heat from a few days ago simmered low in my veins.
Around midnight, the faint, heavy sound of footsteps echoed down the hallway.
They walked slowly, deliberately, before stopping right outside my bedroom door. I sat up in bed, my heart instantly leaping into my throat. The shadow beneath the door blocked the pale light from the corridor.
The person stood there for a long, agonizing time. They didn't knock. They didn't try to turn the handle. They just stayed on the other side of the wood, their heavy, dominant presence seeping into the room until my skin tingled with a strange, frantic energy.
I didn't know which one of them it was. I didn't know if it was Caelum or Rysen watching over me in the dark. But as the footsteps finally turned and moved away into the silence, I clutched my chest, wondering why my broken heart had just moved so violently for a monster.
Seren’s POV“Alphas, we can settle the eastern border lines right now, provided we confirm the terms of the collateral first,” Davan said, his voice ringing across the long mahogany table.He leaned forward, adjusting the cuffs of his carefully ironed tunic. He sat directly across from me, but his eyes were fixed entirely on the two men flanking my sides. He didn't look at me once. He was talking over my head, using that same patronizing tone he always used whenever he wanted to handle pack business while keeping me in the dark.“The unranked female is already in your possession, as agreed,” Davan continued, waving a hand casually in my direction. “So there is no reason to delay the signature on the timber routes. We can close this chapter today.”Caelum didn't say a single word. He sat perfectly still to my left, his large hands resting flat on the table, his dark eyes fixed entirely on Davan's throat. To my right, Rysen leaned back in his chair, his arms crossed, his face an unreada
Seren’s POV“You are running late, Seren,” a cold voice called out from the morning fog.I stopped dead in my tracks, my fingers trembling against the strap of my bag. The five giant wolves surrounding me didn't move an inch, their heavy breathing cutting through the silence of the dawn. A tall man stepped out from behind a stone pillar, a thick leather clipboard resting under his arm. He didn't look angry. He just looked thoroughly bored.“Who are you?” I managed to ask, my voice sounding incredibly small against the wide border clearing.“Marcus,” he said, ticking a box on his paper without looking up at me. “Head enforcer for the Vord territory. You can tell your paws to stop twitching. We are not here to drag you by your hair.”“I am not going with you,” I said, taking a useless step backward. The gray wolf behind me let out a low huff, its massive shoulder brushing against my lower back, forcing me to stop.Marcus finally looked up, his expression entirely flat. “The paperwork wa
Seren’s POV“You shouldn't be looking at things that don't belong to you, Seren,” I whispered to myself, my voice shaking in the quiet bedroom.I dragged the thick cream folder out from under Davan’s gym bag. The paper felt heavy, and the gold wax seal of the Pack High Council cracked under my thumb as I forced it open. I pulled out the first page, my eyes straining to read the text under the dim light of my phone screen.Official Pack Transfer Agreement, the bold header read.My breath caught as I read the lines below it. Subject Name: Seren Ashvale. Status: Unranked. Age: 19. Classification: Unclaimed female with no standing objections.I shook my head, my mind spinning as I scrambled down to the bottom of the page. There was a bold number printed next to the official seal—a massive sum of pack credits. But it was the messy handwriting scribbled in the margin that made my breath freeze entirely.Midnight Black GT Coupe. Deluxe interior. Delivery by Friday.It was Davan’s handwriting
Seren’s POV“She actually believes we are moving into the upper district next month,” Davan’s voice boomed through the speaker of his phone, followed by a sharp burst of laughter.I froze in the middle of the kitchen. My fingers, still damp from the rain outside, tightened around the strap of my errand bag. The flat was dark, save for the pale light leaking from the kitchen counter where Davan’s phone sat. A live call was running. The screen glowed with three names I recognized—his closest friends from the warrior circle.“No way,” Jax laughed from the speaker, his voice distorted by static. “She really thinks you're taking her with you?”“I swear to God,” Davan said. I could hear the clink of ice in a glass from the bedroom down the hall, followed by his heavy footsteps. He didn't know I was back. He thought I was still running across the pack territory to deliver his medicine. “She already started packing her old sweaters into boxes. It is hilarious.”My breath caught. A cold, heavy







