Bought To Breed: A Mate For The Twin Alphas

CHAPTER THREE — The Border and What Waited There

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 was finalized three weeks ago, meaning your presence belongs to our Alphas. We have been monitoring your location hourly. This route was the most predictable option if you decided to run.”

“High-value asset tracking,” he added, shrugging his shoulders. “Standard procedure for our territory.”

A dry, bitter laugh escaped my throat before I could stop it. “High value? I am an unranked orphan without a wolf. My own mate traded me for a sports car. There is nothing high-value about me.”

“That is not for me to determine,” Marcus said, turning his back to me and walking toward a heavy black transport vehicle parked down the road. “Get in the car, Seren. Or the wolves will pack you in themselves. Either way, you are crossing this border today.”

I looked around the circle. Five pairs of golden eyes stared back at me, waiting. There were no whips, no chains, and no shouting. It was just a cold, absolute fact. I had zero power here. I couldn't fight against a wall of quiet certainty. I walked to the vehicle and climbed into the back seat.

They took me deep into the Vord territory, past heavy steel gates and stone guard towers, ending at a massive estate hidden inside the dark pine woods. They did not throw me into a dungeon. Instead, Marcus led me up three flights of stairs to a large bedroom with a vast window overlooking the forest.

“The door does not lock,” Marcus said as he stepped back into the hallway. “Meals will be left on the tray outside three times a day. Do not leave this floor.”

“When am I going to see the Alphas?” I demanded, spinning around to face him. “What do they want with me?”

Marcus didn't answer. He simply pulled the door shut, leaving me completely alone.

For the first three days, the silence was agonizing. Nobody came into the room. Nobody touched me. Every morning, afternoon, and evening, a wooden tray with hot soup, fresh bread, and meat appeared outside my door. I tried to stay awake, to catch whoever was dropping it off, but every time I opened the door, the hallway was completely empty. The total lack of cruelty made me more terrified than an actual cage would have. I was drowning in my own mind, trying to guess what kind of game they were playing.

On the third night, the heavy wooden door swung open without a knock.

I jumped out of the chair, my back hitting the glass of the window. A man stood in the doorway. He was incredibly tall, his frame blocking out almost all the light from the hallway corridor. His dark eyes locked onto mine, completely still, observing the way I held my breath. It was Caelum Vord.

I braced myself, waiting for the monster everyone talked about to finally show his teeth.

Instead, he just stood there, looking at me like I was a highly complex equation he hadn't solved yet. There was no anger in his face, just a heavy, intense focus that made my pulse take a sudden halt.

“Do you need anything?” Caelum asked. His voice was deep, scraping against the quiet walls of the room.

I swallowed hard, my knuckles turning white against the window sill. “No.”

He kept his eyes on me for three more seconds, his chest rising and falling in a slow, controlled rhythm. He didn't push me for details. He didn't demand I bow to him. He simply gave a single nod, turned around, and walked away, pulling the door shut behind him.

I didn't sleep a single wink that night. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw the strange, heavy look he had given me.

By day five, the isolation was starting to make my bones ache. I was sitting on the edge of the mattress when a soft knock rattled the wood.

“Are you planning to stay in there until you turn into a ghost, or can I come in?” a cheerful voice called out.

The door pushed open before I could even reply. Rysen Vord leaned against the doorframe, his arms crossed over his chest. He looked exactly like Caelum, but everything about his energy was completely different. There was a bright, easy smirk playing on his lips.

“You are allowed to walk around, you know,” Rysen said, tilting his head toward the stairs. “The garden downstairs has better views than this boring wall.”

I stared at him warily. “Marcus told me not to leave the floor.”

“Marcus is a bore who lives for rulebooks,” Rysen chuckled, stepping an inch into the room. “Caelum and I run this place. If I say you can walk, you can walk. Unless you are afraid the local squirrels will bite you.”

I narrowed my eyes, refusing to find the joke funny. “I am a prisoner, Alpha Rysen. Forgive me if I don't feel like taking a casual stroll.”

The easy smirk on his face slowly melted away, replaced by something much sharper. He walked closer, his steps perfectly silent until he was standing just a few feet away from me. The playful air disappeared instantly.

“The air in this territory shifted the exact second you crossed the border, Seren,” Rysen said, his voice dropping into a low, serious tone that sent a shiver straight down my spine. “Our wolves noticed it before we did. You are not a regular unranked girl, and we both know it.”

I couldn't move. My mind raced back to the sudden, heavy pulse that had vibrated beneath my ribs back in Davan's kitchen. Did he know?

Before I could say a word, Rysen blinked, and the warm, casual expression snapped right back onto his face like a mask. “Anyway, get some fresh air. You look pale.” He turned and strolled out of the room, whistling a low tune.

Three more days passed in a tense blur. I stayed inside, the strange heat from Rysen's words lingering in my veins.

On the eighth morning, I heard a sharp slide against the floorboards. I jumped up and walked over to the entrance.

A thick parchment envelope had been slid right under the gap beneath the door. I picked it up, tearing the top edge open with a shaky hand. Inside was an official summons printed with gold ink.

High Council Territory Meeting — Settlement of the Graevel-Vord Border Dispute.

Location: Main Estate Hall.

Time: Tomorrow, 09:00.

My eyes traveled down to the very bottom of the page, where the list of attending pack representatives was printed in neat black ink.

Graevel Pack Lead Warrior Circle: Davan Kross.