Knotting His Rejected Breeder

SONIA’S POV

Lydia returned to my room, after clearing out my plate. The tray in her hands was empty now, the faint aroma of the oxtail soup lingering like a comforting ghost in the room.

She sat beside me, and I straightened up so we could actually talk. My hands rested in my lap, fingers tracing small patterns on the fabric of my dress as I tried to steady my racing thoughts.

"How are you feeling?" She asked, her voice gentle, her eyes searching mine with quiet concern. The worry lines on her forehead were deeper today, a testament to how much she had been carrying with me.

"Better now that I’ve accepted the truth," I replied truthfully. The words felt heavy on my tongue, but saying them out loud made the reality settle a little easier in my chest. The small flutter inside me, the life growing there, was no longer something I could deny or hide from myself.

"Good. I think this is a wonderful thing for you. It might not seem that way just yet, but with time, you’d understand why." Her advice seemed like it was coming from a good place, the warmth in her eyes genuine as she reached out to squeeze my hand. The touch was steady, reassuring, a small anchor in the storm of my emotions.

I accepted it with a smile on my face, the expression small but real. "Thank you Lydia. Honestly, I don’t know what to do concerning my brothers, and father. Well, except Jed."

"Why’s he the exception?" She asked, her brows lifting slightly in curiosity as she leaned in closer.

"Because he knows the truth about, you know," I said, lowering my voice as I glanced toward the door, the fear of being overheard making my pulse quicken.

"How did he find out?" She gasped, her hand flying to her mouth as her eyes widened.

"I can’t tell you that, but don’t worry, he’s not going to spill. I actually feel good knowing that at least one of my siblings knows about this, and they’re taking my side," I explained my feelings to her.

Her eyes still held some sort of doubt, but she nodded anyway, her expression softening as she squeezed my hand again. "I’m glad you have that. It’s important to have someone in your corner, especially now."

"Do you ever want the father to find out?" She asked, her voice dropping even lower as she glanced toward the door.

"Hell no! I don’t want my child anywhere around that hateful man." The words came out sharper than I intended, the protective fire in my chest flaring at the thought of my father near this child. The image of his cold eyes, the way he had dismissed my feelings earlier, made my stomach twist with anger and fear.

"And your father?" She lifted a brow, her tone careful as she watched me closely.

"That’s the difficult situation," I sighed. "What do I do, Lydia?" I whined, my voice cracking slightly.

"Follow your heart. It might look like a stupid idea right now, but just always follow your heart. What does your heart tell you?"

"To protect my child no matter the cost." The words came out steady, a quiet resolve blooming in my chest despite the fear still lingering at the edges.

"And to protect your child, you do know you have to protect yourself, right?"

"Yeah I do." My face fell, the reality of the situation settling heavy on my shoulders as I stared at the floor.

"Good, then you’ll definitely find the answer you seek."

She rose to her feet, ready to leave. "Goodnight Sonia," she kissed my cheeks, her lips warm against my skin, and walked to the door. But stopped just at the door. "Did you enjoy the food?" She asked, turning back with a small smile.

"I really did," I replied, cheesing hard as the memory of the warm, savory soup made my stomach rumble again.

"Good. Then for as long as you’re here, you’ll keep on enjoying that food."

"Thank you."

She walked out of my room, and I lay down with my head facing the ceiling.

I underestimated how exhausted I was, because I was in that same position when I woke up the next morning. Sunlight filtered through the curtains, casting soft golden patterns across the room as I blinked awake, my body heavy with the remnants of sleep.

Yawning, I rose from the bed, and walked to the bathroom. The cool stone floor felt good against my bare feet, a small comfort as I moved through my morning routine. The water from the basin was cold, refreshing as I splashed it on my face, the droplets running down my neck and waking me fully.

I was rinsing my mouth, when a thought crossed my mind. The idea bloomed suddenly, clear and sharp, making my heart race with a mix of fear and excitement.

My head shot up, and I looked at my reflection on the small mirror. My eyes were brighter today, the shadows beneath them less pronounced, a quiet determination shining through despite the exhaustion still lingering.

This was it! This was the solution I had been waiting for all this while. All thanks to Lydia too. She had told me what I needed to do, without knowing. The memory of her words from the night before echoed in my mind, a small spark that had ignited this plan.

I intentionally skipped breakfast, as I went through my plans in my head. The thought of food still made my stomach twist slightly, but the nausea was milder today, a small mercy I was grateful for. My mind raced through the details, each step of the escape forming clearer in my thoughts as I moved around the room.

When a knock sounded on my door, I knew it was from Jed. The sound was familiar, a quick rap that matched his impatient energy. I had sent for him myself, the decision made in the quiet hours of the morning when the plan had finally solidified.

"Come in," I called, my voice steadier than I felt.

He walked into the room with a plate in his hand. The scent of apple pie wafted toward me, warm and sweet, making my mouth water despite the lingering nausea.

"You didn’t show up for dinner, so I saved you a plate. Castiel cooked," he said, setting the plate down on the small table near the window. The light from outside caught the golden crust, making it look even more inviting.

"What?!" My eyes popped, a small laugh escaping me at the thought of Castiel in the kitchen.

"Nah, don’t do him that way. He’s actually good. Besides, it’s baking. Apple pie?"

"I don’t mind." I shrugged, the small normalcy of the moment a welcome distraction from the weight of what I was about to ask.

"Father was furious when you didn’t show up. But he hid his anger rather well," he said, placing the covered plate on a table as he sat on the edge of the bed.

"He still thinks he’s going to have his way, doesn’t he?" I asked, rolling my eyes as the memory of our father’s words from the night before made my stomach twist again.

"He does. Doesn’t he usually get his way, anyway? There are things he just naturally dictates to us. The big bad wolf that no one can cross. It sickens me sometimes, I’ll tell you that much."

"Hey, that’s why I need your help. I came up with a plan that’ll enable me to live my life without father, and our brother’s interference."

"I don’t see how that’s possible, but hit me. What is your plan?" He crossed his hand around his body, waiting for me, his expression a mix of curiosity and caution.

I was all of a sudden, very nervous. The plan was great in my head, but what if it wasn’t realistic? The fear of failure, of being caught, made my hands tremble slightly in my lap.

If it didn’t work, I’d probably be miserable for a long time. The thought of my child growing up under my father’s control, of losing the small freedom I had fought for, made my chest tighten with dread.

"Hello, we don’t have all day, Sonia. What’s your plan?"

"I want to escape, okay? I want to run away, and only come back when I’m sure that no one will control my life, and my decisions any more."

I waited patiently for his reaction. He started with looking at me like I had lost my mind, before bursting into a feat of laughter. The sound was bright, unexpected, filling the room and making my cheeks flush with a mix of embarrassment and irritation.

"Wow, you’re really something, aren’t you?"

"What?" I asked, confused by his reaction. My hands clenched in my lap, the nervousness making my pulse quicken.

My desire wasn’t that crazy to elicit such a reaction from him. Or was it? The doubt crept in, making me second-guess the plan I had spent the morning refining.

"Where are you going to run to? How are you going to survive in whatever place you choose to run to? And how are you even going to make it out of this pack in the first place?"

"With your help, of course. Don’t tell me you’re not willing to help me anymore? I thought we’re in this together?" I asked in a hurt voice, my eyes searching his for any sign of the brother who had defended me the night before.

"I don’t have a problem with helping you. I don’t mind it at all. But you do realize the danger in this plan, right? If we’re caught, neither you or your baby would ever see sunlight again. Do you understand that? Are you ready to risk the little freedom you have right now? If you are, then fine by me. I’ll help you escape."

"Really?!" My eyes widened on hearing those words. "You’re really going to help me—"

"Shh! Lower your voice. We don’t know who is listening."

"You’re right," I nodded, and went silent, my heart racing with a mix of fear and excitement as the reality of the plan began to sink in.

"So, where do you have in mind to go?"

"I don’t know," my face fell, as I walked to the bed and sat on it, the weight of the unknown pressing down on me again.

"How about the house in the forest that borders the FireRay pack? No one ever uses it. It’s literally the last place they’d think to check. I could have it arranged for you if you like."

My brow lifted suspiciously. "Why are you doing all of this for me, Jed?"

"Because you’ll owe me one, and when the right time comes, I’ll collect."

He threw me a wink, as he walked out of my room.