Knotting His Rejected Breeder

SONIA’S POV

I woke up to bright lights trickling over my face, and as I made to roll, I stopped. The warm morning sun streamed through the window, casting soft golden patterns across the wooden floor and the rumpled sheets.

My body felt heavy in the best way, every muscle relaxed yet tender from the night before. My head turned to the side, but he was nowhere to be found. The space beside me on the bed was cool now, empty. Ramon had spent a good chunk of the previous night between my legs. His tongue of course. The memory made heat rush to my cheeks even now.

I had never experienced something like that in my entire life. Not even my imagination could conjure up something so exciting. The way his mouth had moved, slow and deliberate at first, then hungry, had pulled sounds from me I didn’t know I could make. My smile widened the more I thought about him. My fingers brushed over the sheets where he had been, still carrying a faint trace of his scent

He hadn’t gone all the way with me, and I wondered why he was holding back. But in the middle of wondering, I slapped my cheeks. "Stop wondering, Sonia. He’s going to be mad at you tomorrow. The only reason he did all of that is because he needed a favour from you," I said aloud, and paused. The words felt heavy on my tongue, a reminder that pulled me back to reality.

He wanted me to help the pack doctor. I would have loved to know what my role would be. Support to the pack doctor, or chief healer? I knew I was getting in over my head but I couldn’t help it. Giggling softly to myself, I rose to my feet, and almost dropped to the ground when my knees buckled.

I forgot my legs had been spread apart all through the night. They still needed a little time to adjust to gravity. A pleasant ache lingered between my thighs, a secret reminder of his touch.

I waited a while, before standing again. I was successful this time. The floorboards felt cool under my bare feet as I moved. As I returned from the bathroom, my eyes caught sight of the book I had postponed reading last night, and my heart skipped a beat.

The leather cover gleamed faintly in the sunlight. Did Ramon see it? And if he did, did he read it? What did he think about it? Question after question filled my head, and all circled around Ramon.

"Ramon, Ramon, Ramon," I whispered, because no matter what I did, I couldn’t escape that name. It lived in my thoughts, in my body, in the very air I breathed.

A knock sounded on my door, dragging me out of my rumbling head. The sound was sharp against the quiet morning. I quickly changed into some clothes, a simple dress that fell loosely around my body and walked out of my room. The fabric brushed softly against my skin as I moved.

"Coming!" I called aloud, so whoever was behind the door could hear me. I realised I wasn’t afraid as I reached the door.

It didn’t matter what whoever was behind the knock wanted. I had learned to expect the absolute worst in this pack. It didn’t matter that Ramon had dived between my legs last night. He could have woken up with a need to destroy me. My heart still beat a little faster at the thought.

I opened the door, and there was a maid standing in front of me. She didn’t have a face I recognized, so I definitely had not seen her around yet. Her uniform was neat, her expression polite but distant.

"Sonia?" She called.

"Yeah," I nodded, smoothing my dress.

"The alpha wants you at the pack’s clinic."

"Right now?" My eyes widened. I didn’t realise I would begin working immediately. The morning air felt fresh against my face as I stepped out slightly.

"Yes, right now."

"Oh," I said, looking around. Wasn’t he the same one that wanted Ivy and I to clean this entire house daily? He had even forgotten about the land he ordered that I turned productive.

I was thankful for that one in particular. There was no way in hell I would have been able to bring myself into that cursed land anymore. Even the thought of it made me shudder in fear, a cold chill running down my spine.

"He asked that you come with me," she said when I didn’t make a move.

"Alright."

There was nothing to pick from the house. I just closed the door, and we went on our way. The path felt longer than usual, the dirt road uneven under my feet. It seemed the maid didn’t know about the shortcut path.

I didn’t want to rattle Blane out, so I kept it to myself. That meant we had to walk over thirty minutes, for what could have been a five minute walk. Sweat began to bead on my forehead as the sun climbed higher, and my dress clung to my body by the time we arrived.

By the time we arrived at the pack clinic, my dress clung to my body because of the sweat dripping from it. Strange because it was still morning.

Then I remembered the heat would get worse because the full moon was fast approaching. But at least after that, we would have rain. Now that I couldn’t wait for. The clinic building stood sturdy, its wooden walls warmed by the sun, with the faint scent of herbs and medicines drifting out.

She showed me into the clinic, before leaving me behind. Wolves came in and out of the building, each looking at me strangely as they passed by me. Their eyes held curiosity mixed with caution. I had never seen the building in the day. It was really a pretty design, just like most of the designs of the pack—simple but strong, with wide windows letting in plenty of light.

Carefully, I went in search of the pack doctor. The maid had left without giving me further instructions. I guess she had done the part she was instructed to do. My heart began to pound against my chest as I caught Ivy’s scent.

It was faint but there, pulling me like a thread. Her wolf was even stronger than before. My legs wanted to move so badly to the room she was, but I knew I would just be looking for trouble if I gave in to the urge.

As I passed by a room, I heard painful groans. The sound was low and guttural, filled with suffering. I stopped and turned to the room the sound was coming from. Their wolf was in severe pain, and it sounded like they were dying. The air inside carried the sharp tang of blood and desperation.

I quickly walked into the room, and found the pack doctor trying to keep the dying man on the bed. He was thrashing about, fighting everyone off. His body jerked violently, muscles straining against the hands holding him down. Some guards ran after me into the room, and held down the man, just as the pack doctor turned and saw me.

"What’s going on?" I asked. My voice came out steadier than I felt.

"He went crazy in battle. I’ve tried to manage him for years now but he keeps deteriorating. I don’t know what else to do." The doctor’s face showed exhaustion, lines of worry etched deep.

"Malady," I instantly thought. It had to be his brain. "Could you hold him down, please?" I pleaded with the guards, and set to work. The pack doctor made way for me to go through.

"What are you going to do?" He asked behind me, his voice skeptical.

"Sing," I replied, and smiled. The word felt right on my tongue.

"What?!" Everyone in the room echoed in shock. Their eyes widened, glances exchanged in disbelief.

They didn’t think I was serious, and I understood them. They were used to a more traditional, and modern approach to healing. No one cared about the unconventional, and that was what I thrived in. I moved closer to the man, and smiled. He went ballistic, and began to growl at me, his eyes wild with pain and confusion.

"He doesn’t look like he wants to hear a damn song!" One of the guards said, straining to hold the thrashing body.

"Oh, but he will," I replied confidently, and leaned into his ears. "Listen to my voice," I whispered, and began to hum.

The melody rose soft and steady from my throat, ancient and soothing, wrapping around the chaos in the room like a gentle blanket. The man’s struggles slowed, his growls fading into shaky breaths as my song filled the space.