Romane von Gold Zee

Seren’s povI didn’t move, i couldn’t. I sat frozen in the middle of the bed, blanket bunched up in my fists, watching the shadow under the door pacing outside, one foot then the other. Whoever was there, breathed slow and patient. Like he had all night. “I know you’re awake,” Rysen said, quiet enough it barely made it through the wood.My shoulders dropped an inch. Not fear, then. Or not just fear.“I’m not going to knock.” A pause. “Caelum thinks I shouldn’t even be out here. Says it isn’t the time.” Something that might’ve been a laugh. “He’s usually right.”I slid off the mattress, crossed the cold floor barefoot, stopped an arm’s length from the door. Close enough to hear him breathing. Far enough the wood still separated us.“Then why are you here?”“Because I didn’t want you lying awake thinking today made you look weak.” A shift, like he’d leaned his shoulder against the frame. “It didn’t. Watching you take him apart without raising your voice that scared me a little. And I

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