Knotting His Rejected Breeder

SONIA’S POV

"I reject you as my mate," he said, irritation lacing his words.

"That’s not how it works," I found myself saying, even though I was still very much afraid. "You have to state your full name and who you are."

He growled. "I know."

I remained quiet then. A part of me felt disappointed that my mate was from an enemy pack and that his first thought was to reject me. On the other hand, I was also curious. I wanted to hear his name and who he was as he rejected me.

"Come on," the soldier said suddenly. "You’ll be rejected later." Before I could utter another word, he brought out a handkerchief and pressed it against my nose.

It had a sweet and pungent smell, like the glue I had once seen my father use. I closed my eyes and tried to remember what it was he was gluing, and soon, I drifted into unconsciousness.

When I woke up, I was in bed, in a strange tent. My hands and legs were bound. My throat felt sore, and my eyes hurt like I had been crying all night. I just wanted to go home.

A lady walked into the tent, her eyes widening in surprise. Then she turned and fled, screaming something about the enemy being awake.

For some reason, I started crying again. My father had no idea where I was, so how could he find me to save me? I could now see the folly in going out unprotected to ’heal’ an enemy soldier.

The flap covering the tent pushed back again, and a man entered. He was tall and broad, with the same dark hair and penetrating grey eyes as the man who had kidnapped me, but I couldn’t tell if it was him. The soldier who had kidnapped me earlier had worn a mask.

"I see you’ve woken up," he said with the same soft baritone that sent a shiver down my spine. I remained silent, not knowing how I was expected to answer.

The man walked over to sit on the bed, and I shivered and scooted as far away from him as possible.

"I see you’re confused, so let me explain everything to you, my dear Sonia. Your evil father is a bad Alpha; he has many powerful enemies. I am one of those enemies. I have heard that he cherishes you most among all his possessions, so that’s why I kidnapped you. I have sent a message to your father, telling him that I have you, and if he ever wants to see you again, he should call off the war between his pack and mine."

"The Bloodmoon pack?" I asked the obvious. "What if he doesn’t comply with your demand?"

The man smiled then, and it was the coldest and cruelest smile I had ever seen. It sent shivers down my spine. 𝑓𝘳𝑒𝑒𝓌𝘦𝘣𝘯ℴ𝑣𝘦𝑙.𝘤𝑜𝑚

His hand came up to play in my hair. "I hope for your sake, he does. If he doesn’t comply, I’ll sell you at an auction to the highest bidder. The shame and reproach that alone would bring to your pack would be worth it. So, your father can either withdraw his troops honorably from my pack or have his only daughter, the apple of his eye, bartered out like a common whore."

He stood up then and turned to leave. I don’t know where the courage came from, but I found myself suddenly a little bit angrier than I was afraid. "My father will find me, you know? And when he does, he’ll punish you for kidnapping me. I shudder to think of what he’ll do to you."

He turned around, a small smile playing at his lips. "You do, don’t you? My dear Sonia, there is no way on earth your father can find this place. My trackers made sure they lost our scent and masked our auras. No one will find you. So, let’s wait for your father’s reply. It is his reply that will seal your fate."

He turned and left, and my courage crumbled to dust. I folded myself into a ball, rocking back and forth, as I waited for my father’s reply. I felt a bit confident, though. I knew my father would not let anything bad happen to me.

Soon, the soldier returned, carrying a plate of food and a jug of water. He, however, refused to untie me, and I felt very embarrassed as he fed me, his grey eyes unreadable as they pinned mine.

I was forced to look at him as I ate, to take note of his dark looks accentuated by those pale eyes. I hated to admit it, but my captor was a very handsome man. It would be a shame when my father found him and killed him.

I stayed in that tent for three days, with my hands and feet bound. I was given only a few minutes in the morning and at night for my toilette, and then, it was back to sitting or lying in bed without anyone to talk to. It was as though everyone avoided me like a plague. Even my captor did not come to see me. After the first time he had fed me, he never fed me again. Instead, I had different people for each meal. They were so random that I could not even keep a conversation with them, knowing that by the next mealtime, I would be fed by someone else.

On the third day, I woke up in the morning, expecting the usual routine, but instead of a guard coming to untie me for my usual morning toilette, the flap of the tent opened, and my captor walked in.

His eyes pinned mine. His whole face was an expressionless mask. For a moment, he did not say anything, merely stood there, staring at me. I was forced to take in his whole appearance. The way his dark hair curled at the nape of his neck, the way his full brows shadowed his eyes, making them look more sinister. His lips were curled up in a frozen, half-smile—whether cynical or amused, I could not tell—it was a smile that did not reach his eyes.

"Your father has replied," he said finally.

"He has!" I bounded off the bed in excitement, forgetting that both my feet and my hands were bound. In my clumsiness, I almost toppled over. Strong hands shot out immediately to catch me.

I felt my breath leave me as my body slammed against his rock-hard body for the second time since we met. He smelled of lime and sandalwood. Somehow, being this close to him, feeling the heat radiate from his body reminded me that he was a person, and not entirely the handsome monster I was painting him out to be. He was bent over me, one of his hands holding me up by the small of my back, while the other hung freely by my side. I felt his beard tickle my forehead, and when I raised my head, his lips were inches away from mine, his grey eyes pinned mine.

"What did my father’s message say?" I breathed out in a husky voice that did not at all sound like me.

My captor straightened and let go of me then. His face was no longer expressionless; it was filled with passionate anger and disdain.

"Your father is calling my bluff. He has refused to withdraw his soldiers from my pack. Alpha Fenris has sealed your fate. You will be sold at an auction to the highest bidder tomorrow."

Fear, despair, and crushing sadness were a few of the emotions that invaded me. I couldn’t believe my father would abandon me to such a horrible fate. Maybe he had a plan. He would rescue me.

My captor turned to leave then, and I don’t know where my courage came from, but I shouted, "Wait!"

He stopped.

"You’ve not yet told me what you plan to do about our mate bond."