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**Serena’s POV**He stepped into the room without invitation, his presence sucking the air from the space like a void. He didn't look at Penelope or Gale; his cold, calculating eyes fixed solely on me, as if the rest of us were mere shadows unworthy of notice. The advisor’s dark, tailored robes whispered against the stone floor with every measured step, the Obsidian crest embroidered on his chest gleaming ominously in the torchlight."The King has been made aware of the situation," the advisor stated, his voice completely devoid of emotion, flat as the edge of a blade. "He is aware of the debt. He is aware of the attempt to hide the collateral. And he is aware of the pathetic, desperate state of this pack."He held up the leather-bound folder like a weapon, the embossed crest catching the flickering light. "I have the Obsidian half of the treaty here. The signatures are authentic. The blood-pact is verified. There is no escape from this covenant, girl. Not for your father. Not for you

Serena’s POVThe silence in the tower was no longer just empty; it was a weight, pressing down on my lungs until every breath felt like a struggle against the air itself. Penelope was curled into a ball on the stone floor, her silent tears soaking into her dress, while I paced the limited length of the chamber. The historian’s words—the collateral, the promise, the final entry—played over and over in my mind like a broken record. I wasn't just a daughter. I wasn't just a rejected mate. I was a debt. A commodity to be bartered, traded, and claimed by the highest bidder."He came for me," I whispered, the reality finally sinking into my bones. "He didn't come for the pack. He didn't come for my father's taxes. He came because he knew I was here.""What are we going to do?" Penelope asked, her voice small and broken. "If he takes you, he’ll take you to the capital. He’ll lock you away in an Obsidian fortress. You’ll never be free, Serena.""I am not going anywhere," I snapped, then im

Serena’s POVThe heavy iron door of the high tower groaned, pulling me from a cold sleep. I sat up quickly, my heart hammering against my ribs. The stone floor was freezing, biting through my thin clothes. Penelope shifted beside me in the dark, her eyes fluttering open in raw panic."Who is there?" I called out, my voice echoing in the small room. I moved in front of my sister, shielding her with my body.A hooded figure slipped through the narrow gap before the heavy door clicked shut. The noise cut off the harsh draft. The figure lowered his dark hood, revealing the pale face of Arthur, the pack historian. He held a flickering candle in one hand and a thick book tucked tightly under his other arm."Arthur?" I whispered, scrambling to my feet. I rubbed my arms to ward off the chill. "How did you get past the guards? If my father catches you here, he will kill you.""The guards are distracted," Arthur replied, his voice a breathless, frightened rasp. He placed the candle on a smal

Serena’s POVThe dawn light was gray and thin when the tower door finally creaked open. It wasn't my father. It was an elderly servant, his hands trembling as he brought in a tray of cold porridge. He didn't look me in the eye, his gaze fixed firmly on the dusty floorboards."Eat," he muttered. "The Alpha is busy with the King’s morning council. You have an hour of exercise in the inner courtyard. Do not attempt to leave."He turned to leave, but I stepped into his path, my voice low and urgent. "Wait. I need to see Arthur. The pack historian. Please."The old man’s face went pale. "The historian is in the archives, but he is not to be disturbed, especially by—""Tell him it is about the Obsidian seal," I interrupted, my heart pounding. "Tell him the truth about the debt is coming out."The servant hesitated, his eyes darting toward the heavy door. He knew the risks. He knew that my father’s wrath was a fire that consumed everything in its path. But he also knew the rumors. He knew th

Serena’s POVThe high tower was a cold, stone cage. The air smelled of wet moss and old secrets. My father had thrown us inside with a brutality that left my skin bruised, then locked the massive iron door. I sat on the floor, my back against the wall, listening to the wind howl outside. My head throbbed. I had lost the papers, and Gale was gone. Everything we had fought for was unraveling in the dark.Penelope was pacing the small room like a trapped animal. "He’s going to kill us, Serena. He doesn't care anymore. The King is here, and he knows we saw the truth.""He won't kill us yet," I said, my voice hoarse. "He needs the marriage to happen first. He needs his debt cleared. We are his leverage, Pen. As long as he needs that payoff, we are alive."The heavy door groaned on its hinges, and a sliver of torchlight cut through the gloom. My father stepped into the room. He didn't look like an Alpha now; he looked like a tired, bitter man who had run out of lies. He didn't say a word

Serena’s POVThe hallway was a graveyard of shadows, silent and suffocating. My pulse thumped against my ears like a war drum, a frantic rhythm that seemed to echo through the cold, stone walls. Gale crouched before the heavy oak desk, his lockpick gleaming like a tiny, silver fang in the thin moonlight. Penelope stood guard at the door, her small, pale hands trembling as she scanned the darkness for any sign of movement. She looked terrified, a trapped bird waiting for the cat to pounce."Hurry," she whispered, her voice a sharp needle of panic that pricked at my nerves."I have it," Gale muttered, his brow furrowed in concentration. The lock groaned, a metallic protest that sounded like a scream in the quiet room. It was a stubborn, ancient thing, resistant to our intrusion. Then, with a soft, final click, the heavy drawer slid open.I leaned in, my breath catching in my throat. My hands were shaking so violently I had to press them against my thighs to steady them. Inside lay a st