Knotting His Rejected Breeder

Lorena walked through the path where her parents’ bodies laid to rest, without her maids in sight.

Like the routine it was every time she visited, she left them behind, with the excuse of needing alone time. The maids had nodded obediently, staying at the edge of the clearing where they could still see her silhouette but not intrude. Of course, it wasn’t a hundred percent true that it was just because she needed alone time.

Part of the reason she had to go on her own was standing just by the big oak tree, staring into space. The ancient tree’s bark was rough and gnarled, its massive trunk a silent witness to centuries of secrets.

Ferins leaned against it with the casual confidence of a man who had conquered countless battlefields, his broad shoulders filling out the dark coat he wore.

Even from a distance, his presence commanded the space around him—tall, powerfully built, with sharp, chiseled features that spoke of both royal lineage and ruthless survival. His dark hair was streaked with silver at the temples, adding to the distinguished danger that made weaker wolves avert their eyes.

Like a game just the two of them played, she crept up to him slowly, her footsteps silent on the soft grass. Her heart raced with anticipation, a thrill that always accompanied these stolen moments. Going on her tiptoes, she covered his eyes from behind, her palms warm against his skin.

He laughed, a deep, rumbling sound that vibrated through his chest. "Isabella?" he guessed, his voice low and teasing.

"Hell no!" She wriggled her nose, pressing closer so her body molded against his back.

"Definitely Mary then," he added, his tone playful as his hands reached back to grip her waist.

"If I was a puritan, yes," she laughed, the sound light and breathless.

"Sassy, I think Lorena?"

She giggled, and took her hands from his face. Moving around, she came to stop in front of arguably the most fierce Wolf that had ever lived.

"Lorena," Ferins called her name like she was the most important thing in the world.

His voice was rich and commanding, the kind that made lesser alphas bow. Up close, his handsomeness was striking, strong jawline, piercing eyes that held centuries of wisdom and ruthlessness, and a body honed by endless battles, broad chest and powerful arms that could crush or protect with equal ease.

She giggled in response, and went into his body as he hugged her passionately. His arms wrapped around her with possessive strength, pulling her flush against him.

When he pulled her back, his lips instantly claimed hers. The kiss was hungry, demanding, his mouth moving against hers with the same authority he wielded over his pack. His tongue swept in, tasting her, claiming her as his hands gripped her waist tighter, fingers digging in just enough to leave faint marks she would treasure later.

They spent the next few minutes just exploring each other’s lips.

"I missed you," she said, when they finally pulled apart, her breath coming in short gasps as she rested her forehead against his.

"I doubt you did. You had that fool to warm your bed," Ferins said in a disgusted tone, his fingers tracing her jawline with surprising gentleness for such a powerful man.

"He doesn’t touch me, and I don’t mind it. As long as I get to see you right?" She cupped his face as if somehow, that action would make him believe her more. His skin was warm under her palms, the stubble on his jaw rough against her fingers.

"I’m an old Wolf, Lorena. I can’t give you what you want."

"Shhh, don’t say that. You’re strong, powerful, ruthless, just the way I like it," she whispered across his lips, as her tongue stretched out and licked the corners of his mouth. The taste of him was intoxicating, a mix of power and forbidden desire.

"You’re so distracting," he hissed between his teeth, his hands tightening on her hips.

"Am I now?" She laughed seductively in his ears, her breath hot against his skin as she nipped at his earlobe.

"You are, but we need to pause for a moment, so we can talk. Isn’t that why we’re here?" His voice was rough, strained with the effort of holding back.

She was too busy sticking her tongue into his ears, to pay any attention to what he had to say. Her hands slid down his chest, feeling the hard planes of muscle beneath his shirt, the steady thump of his heart.

"Lorena?" He called, tugging her behind a little, trying to create space.

She didn’t budge, only focused on her mission at hand. Her fingers worked at the buttons of his shirt, exposing more of his powerful chest. It had been that way for a while.

Everytime Ramon had made her feel unwanted, or like she wasn’t desirable enough, she had ensured she got the validation she needed from Ferins. His reaction never failed her. She loved the mischief of it all too.

Getting your rival’s father to worship the ground you walked on was one thing. Getting your rival’s father who was renowned as a very powerful wolf to worship you, an even bigger thing. The thought sent a thrill through her, dark and satisfying.

"I need you," she said hungrily, and grabbed the back of his head, pulling him down for another fierce kiss.

He immediately knew what to do. The proud Alpha of Silverpaw, who had fought as many battles as he had lived, went on his knees in front of the mistress of his rival pack. Even on his knees, he looked commanding, handsome face framed by silver-streaked hair, eyes dark with desire and dominance.

Patting her middle with his skillful hands, he pushed her skirt up until it was bunched around her waist. The cool air kissed her exposed skin, making her shiver with anticipation. Holding her waist together with the skirt that had gathered around it, firmly, he stuck out his tongue, and began to eat.

Lorena shut her eyes, and threw her head back in ecstasy. His tongue was skilled and relentless, lapping at her folds with long, firm strokes that made her knees weak. He sucked on her clit, the pressure perfect, sending jolts of pleasure through her core. His hands gripped her thighs, holding her steady as he devoured her, his powerful jaw working as he alternated between licking and sucking.

She was one of one, she thought haughtily. No one else could brag about this feat right here. Well except the mother of that bitch, Sonia. Even then, she was certain she probably never brought Alpha Ferins to his knees like this.

She pictured Ramon, as her wolf purred from the pure ecstasy she was basking in. His face, his body, the way he had once looked at her with hunger—the fantasy mixed with the real pleasure Ferins was giving her, making everything more intense.

She felt the infamous rush, and shot her eyes tightly. Her body tensed, thighs trembling as the pleasure built to a breaking point. Bringing her hand to her mouth, she screamed as she felt the release of a lifetime rock her body.

Waves of ecstasy crashed over her, her hips bucking against his mouth as she came hard, juices coating his tongue. He didn’t stop, licking her through every shudder until she was spent, her legs shaking.

"Wow!" She gasped when it was all done, and Ferins had risen to his feet.

"Well can we talk now?" He asked as if he had just not given her the most mind-blowing release. His voice was steady, the authority in it clear despite the raw desire still burning in his eyes.

She admired that aspect of him a whole lot. Everything he did, he did passionately. Pleasure was pleasure. And business was well, business.

She brought her skirt down, and pulled out a wipe from her purse that had fallen to the ground. Drawing closer to him, she wiped off her juices that were all over his mouth, before stepping back to inspect her work. The simple act felt intimate, a small ritual between them.

"Good, now we can talk," she smiled, her body still humming with aftershocks.

"What is Ramon up to?" He asked, his tone shifting to business as he straightened his coat, the powerful alpha once more fully in command.

"Yeah, your little spy has been caught. I’m the only one you have left, right?" She teased, stepping closer to run her fingers along his chest.

"I’m not playing around, Lorena. Tell me everything you know," he said in a warning tone, his hand catching hers in a firm but gentle grip.

"Fine. I forget how serious you can get when it’s time to actually get serious. Anyway, if you must know, he has snapped out of his sappy mood. I’m sure it had everything to do with your daughter rejecting him. He’s back to training his wolves, and it’s serious." She leaned against him, her body still tingling from his touch.

"I knew it!" He muttered between his lower teeth, his jaw clenching as his eyes darkened with calculation.

"Well, you’ve not even given me any reassurance on your own end. Wasn’t your daughter supposed to have married Liam, already? What’s the delay for?" She asked, highly irritated as she pulled back slightly.

"The delay is not going to continue for much longer. She is going to marry him."

"When is that going to be? When the two fated mates realize they’re supposed to be together, and start doing everything in their power to make that happen? Shouldn’t we strike now that there is zero possibility of them being together?" she scoffed, crossing her arms.

"We are, I just need more time."

"How much longer, for fucks sake!"

"Lorena, language!" He growled, causing her to flinch behind. The sound was deep and commanding, the full power of the alpha rolling through it.

"I’m sorry," he said, trying to reach out for her immediately after, his hand gentle as he pulled her back into his arms.

"Don’t bother, I’m leaving."

She turned around, but before she could take a step, he dragged her from behind, pulling her into his body. His arms wrapped around her possessively, his breath hot against her ear as he held her close.