Knotting His Rejected Breeder

SONIA’S POV

"A trial? Why are we going for a trial? We could have been whipped already , and nursing our sounds," I whined to Ivy as we were led into the trial room.

"It’s because he knows he’s wrong," she lowered her voice. "He doesn’t want to actually punish us. I told you before."

"Maybe you. Certainly not me."

I maintained my stance because there was just no way Ramon wasn’t salivating at the thought of humiliating me in front of his wolves, who cosigned his actions. I simply refused to believe it. There was nothing Ivy could tell me that would change the truth.

We were dragged into the trail room by the guards.

As we were led to the stand we would be taking, pending when we would be called for our defence, my eyes stumbled on Lorena.

She obviously didn’t look happy. She must have expected for the humiliation to have taken place already.

For the first time since this entire situation began, I felt a sense of victory.

Even though it was still all thanks to Ivy that I could even have this chance of pleading my case, I was still grateful I got to see Lorena, fuming.

Ramon assumed his seat at the alpha’s chair, and my eyes went to him.

My wolf shot to the surface, the second she sensed my attention on him. From the position he was seated, rays of sunlight streaming from the opened windows, hovered over his head.

It casted a partial light on his facial features, that made him look extra delightful. I suddenly felt the overwhelming urge to touch him. I wanted to run my hands through his hair, and every inch of his body.

As if he sensed my lewd thoughts, he turned to me in that exact moment they formed.

Our gazes held a few seconds before the girl from the night was brought forward.

"Alpha Ramon." She bowed in front of him.

"Raise your head," he ordered, and she swiftly obeyed him. "I know you don’t understand why this case has to go on trial, but I have credible news from credible sources that you were not innocent in this exchange. How do you plead?"

She dropped to her knees right in front of him, and began to cry.

"I really didn’t do anything, Alpha Ramon. It’s all her fault. She stood in my way, and as I was about to ask her to move, shifted so I could bump into her. That’s the truth."

I scoffed internally at her crocodile tears. It always fascinated me how people were so good at lying.

If I lied that way, I would be sweating buckets already. But I guess when you’re a bad person, bad things come to you by nature.

"Are you sure that’s what happened? Could you provide at least five witnesses to back up your claim?" He asked.

He was asking the right questions. She was a terrible liar, and anyone who agreed with her, was lying too.

"I do," she replied.

"That bitch!" Ivy cursed beside me.

"Shh, they’ll hear you, and we’ll be in trouble again," I warned.

"I don’t care. If she lies one more time, I’m stepping forward, and tearing her apart."

"Please don’t do it. Just let her be. You already said you trusted Alpha Ramon. Trust that he would do the right thing in this case."

I must have gotten through to her, as the rage in her gaze lowered in intensity. The girl walked into the crowd, and pulled out five people.

"Here they are, alpha. They saw everything that happened."

"Is this true?" Ramon directed at them.

"It’s true, alpha Ramon. The spoiled princess is the bad person in this situation," a fat bellied man said, pointing in our direction.

"You also see how Ivy rushed to defend her. I don’t want to speak out of turn, alpha, but there’s a rumour that the girl is a witch. What if she bewitched Ivy to always come to her defence?"

Ivy sucked her teeth beside me, and I knew I couldn’t hold her back for much longer. 𝒻𝘳ℯℯ𝑤ℯ𝒷𝘯ℴ𝓋ℯ𝘭.𝑐ℴ𝑚

If they didn’t stop spewing wicked lies, she would go crazy on them.

Maybe it was what they needed to see the error of their wass. If they were not disciplined, they would continue to this it was okay to spread lies about.

"Sonia, would you like to step forward and defend yourself?" I heard Ramon’s voice, but my eyes were focused on the girl that had accused me of being a witch.

There was something I sensed. Something weak and fragile.

It called on to me, just like pain did. She needed to be healed. It just wasn’t physically. But there was something off about her brain.

I had a theory it was her memory, but I would have to go closer to her, to figure it out.

So one step after the other, I walked towards her in a daze.

Distantly, I heard the murmurs that started behind me. I didn’t care about it, because I had a destination in mind.

Closer and closer I drew towards her, until I could reach out to touch her.

"Your head," I said, feeling her forehead with my palm.

Her wolf whimpered, and then curled into itself. There was pain alright, and it was in her memory.

"Did you have a terrible illness as an infant?" I asked.

"Get your hands off me!" She suddenly screamed, startling me.

"No," I shook my head in protest. "I just want to help you. Your wolf needs my help."

"I don’t need help from the daughter of a killer. Your father made me this way!" She screamed in my face, and pushed me ferociously.

I thought I would hit the ground as I fell, so I closed my eyes in anticipation. But much to my surprise, I didn’t fall on a hard surface. I mean, the surface wasn’t as hard as the ground.

The hand that caught me spun me around to face them. I opened my eyes, and discovered it was Ramon.

Letting my impulses take control, I stepped on my toes, and right in front of his wolves, kissed him.

His lips were firm yet surprisingly soft, a shock of heat that ignited every nerve in my body. For a heartbeat, the world narrowed to just us—the solid wall of his chest pressing against my breasts, the intoxicating scent of pine, musk, and raw alpha power wrapping around me like a claim.

My wolf surged forward with a desperate whine, flooding me with the memory of his knot stretching me wide, locking us together as hot pulses of his cum flooded my core, breeding me deep while I shattered around him.

I kissed him harder, pouring every conflicted emotion into it—anger, longing, the aching pull of the fated bond I tried so hard to deny. My hands fisted in his ceremonial cloak, pulling him closer as my tongue brushed tentatively against his lower lip, tasting the salt of his skin and the storm of dominance simmering beneath.

A low growl rumbled from his throat, vibrating through me straight to my aching core, making my thighs clench with sudden, traitorous need. Heat pooled between my legs, slick and insistent, my body remembering exactly how it felt to be pinned beneath him, knotted and filled until I couldn’t think, couldn’t breathe, only feel.

The kiss deepened for one dangerous second—his hand tightening on my waist, fingers digging in with possessive strength, before the reality of the crowded trial room crashed back in.

Whispers erupted around us like wildfire, but in that stolen moment, with his breath mingling with mine and his wolf calling to mine in a primal song, nothing else mattered.

I pulled back just enough to meet his eyes, my heart hammering wildly, lips tingling and swollen from the impulsive fire I’d unleashed. What had I just done?