Knotting His Rejected Breeder

RAMONS POV’S

I stood in my office long after the guard left. The door clicked shut behind him, and the sound hung in the air like a warning. The house belonged to Fenrins. Ivy was there. My sister. In the middle of that bastard’s territory.

My hands stayed flat on the desk, fingers pressing hard into the wood until the grain bit into my skin. The lamp on the corner flickered once, casting shaky shadows across the maps spread out in front of me. I stared at them without seeing. The lines blurred. All I could picture was Ivy walking into that place alone.

I didn’t call for Blane. I didn’t call for Daniel. I didn’t tell anyone. If I was wrong, I didn’t want them dragged into it. If I was right, I needed to see it with my own eyes first. No second chances. No mistakes.

Lorena’s face flashed through my head for a second. The way her lips curved when she talked about the child. The easy lies that slipped out so smoothly. I pushed it down hard. I didn’t have time for that right now. Ivy came first. Everything else could burn.

I moved quietly through the halls. Most of the pack had gone to sleep. The torches burned low along the walls, their light weak and orange. A few guards on the night watch nodded as I passed. I kept my face blank, shoulders relaxed like I was just checking the grounds. No one stopped me. No one asked questions. Good.

I stepped into my room, grabbed a dark cloak from the hook by the door, and pulled it over my shoulders. Nothing else. No weapons that would clink. No bag that would slow me down. Light. Fast. I didn’t want to be seen leaving.

Outside, the night air hit cold against my skin. The ground felt soft under my boots, still wet in places. Each step made almost no sound. I kept low, moving between the trees until the pack lights faded behind me.

The darkness wrapped around me like an old friend. My breath came steady, but my heart beat harder than it should.

I shifted once I was far enough from the borders. My wolf took over, paws hitting the earth in a steady rhythm. The forest opened up around me.

Wet pine and old leaves filled my nose. I ran hard, pushing the doubt away with every stride. The wind rushed past my ears. Branches whipped by, some catching my fur. I didn’t slow. Every mile I covered, the questions got louder in my head.

Why would Ivy go to a place that belonged to the man who killed our parents? Was she in trouble? Had Fenrins or one of his sons pulled her in somehow? The thought made my stomach turn.

I remembered the way she looked at Blane sometimes, quiet and careful. But this felt different. This felt wrong. My wolf growled low, the sound vibrating through my chest as I pushed faster.

I kept running. The trees blurred past. My muscles burned after a while, but I didn’t slow. Protectiveness sat heavy in my chest like a stone. Ivy had already been through enough in her life.

Hiding. Losing her mother. Growing up in the shadow of everything our father left behind. If Fenrins or any of his blood had touched her, I would rip them apart. Slowly. Piece by piece.

Hours passed. The moon climbed higher, cold and bright above the treetops. I stopped once near a small stream to drink.

The water was cold and clean, sliding down my throat as I lowered my head. I shifted back to human form, splashed my face, and kept moving on foot for a while. The ground felt rough under my boots now.

My mind wouldn’t rest. I thought about the last time I saw Ivy. She had been angry with me about Lorena. Her eyes had flashed with that same fire our father used to have. She didn’t trust Lorena. And now, neither do I.

Maybe she had been right all along. But that didn’t explain why she was in Ferins’ house. The questions kept circling, sharper each time.

I reached the edge of the far woods just before dawn. The trees grew thicker here, their trunks wide and old. The air felt heavier, damp with mist that clung to my cloak. I slowed down, moving careful between the trunks.

My senses stretched out. I listened for any sound that didn’t belong—a twig snapping under the wrong foot, voices carried on the wind, the shift of metal against leather.

Then I saw them.

Two guards stood near a narrow path that led deeper into the woods. They weren’t wearing Bloodmoon colors. Their clothes were dark, simple, but their stance was trained. One held a spear loose in his grip.

The other scanned the trees, eyes moving slow and steady. They weren’t pack wolves from around here. I knew every face in my territory. These were strangers.

I dropped low behind a thick bush. The leaves brushed cold against my cheek. My heart beat steady but hard, each thump pushing blood through my veins. I watched them for a long minute. They didn’t move like they were just passing through.

They were posted. Guarding something. Their shoulders stayed square. Their heads turned at regular intervals. The house had to be close.

I stayed still, breathing through my mouth so my scent wouldn’t carry too strong on the wind. My wolf pushed forward, wanting to charge, to tear through them and find Ivy. I held him back, fingers digging into the dirt. Not yet. Not until I knew what I was walking into. One wrong move and everything could turn bad fast.

Then something else hit me.

A faint pull. Low in my chest. Warm. Familiar in a way that made no sense. It tugged toward the direction of the house. Not strong. Just a whisper. Like a memory trying to surface. I frowned, pressing a hand flat against my ribs.

The feeling sat there, steady and quiet. It wasn’t Ivy. It felt older. Deeper. My wolf stirred, confused and alert at the same time. The pull came again, gentle but insistent, like fingers brushing the inside of my chest.

I stayed frozen, eyes locked on the guards. The pull came again, a little stronger this time. My breath caught. The forest around me stayed quiet, but the air felt charged now. Like the moment before a fight breaks out. Leaves rustled overhead. A bird called once, far off. Nothing else moved.

I had come looking for answers about Ivy.

Instead, I found something I wasn’t ready for.

And I still didn’t know what it was.

The guards shifted in place. One of them glanced toward the trees where I hid. I didn’t breathe. My muscles stayed locked. They didn’t see me. But the feeling in my chest grew just a little stronger, pulling me forward even as every instinct told me to stay hidden.

I waited. Watching. Listening. The night pressed close around me. My cloak felt damp from the mist. My hands stayed pressed into the dirt, cold and steady.

Whatever waited in that house, I would face it. For Ivy. For whatever this pull was trying to tell me.

The guards turned their backs for a moment. I took one slow step forward. Then another. The pull tugged harder now. My wolf whined low in my chest, confused but drawn. I froze again when one guard looked my way. His eyes scanned the trees. I held my breath. He turned away.

Something bigger was happening here.

I didn’t move. I didn’t breathe too loud. The forest stayed quiet, but every part of me felt awake. Ready. The answers were close. I could feel them and whatever they were, they would change everything.