Knotting His Rejected Breeder

RAMON’S POV

"No, she’s not your sister. You’re just joking, right? Please tell me you’re just joking," Lorena stammered, her voice pitching higher with panic. Her hands flew to her swollen belly as if it could shield her from the truth.

I didn’t look away. Not even for a second. I wanted to savor every flicker of fear, every crack in that carefully constructed mask she wore. This was only the beginning. By the time I was done with her, she would be nothing but a broken shell, drowning in the misery she had created for herself.

"Why would I lie to you?" I shrugged, keeping my tone deliberately casual.

"I think I would have known if she was your sister," she insisted, forcing an awkward laugh. "Have you forgotten her mother was my maid? She was my maid too. You’re definitely joking."

"Suit yourself then." I leaned back in my chair, eyes narrowing. "Or actually, no—don’t. You’ve been incredibly mean to Ivy for a long time, and I’ve let it slide because she asked me to keep our relationship quiet. Now that you know the truth, let me be very clear: the next time you mistreat her, I won’t spare you."

She scoffed and rolled her eyes dramatically. "I still don’t believe she’s your sister. And even if she is, are you really going to take her side over mine? I’m the one carrying your child!"

"I don’t care," I replied calmly, the words falling like ice between us. "That’s my sister. I’ve taken your side more times than you deserve. Don’t test me again when it comes to Ivy. Do you understand me?"

She muttered something under her breath, barely audible.

I leaned forward. "I asked you a question."

"Fine!" she screamed, then immediately clutched her belly, wincing theatrically. "Look at what you’ve done now. Your son is upset."

I nearly called her out on the lie right then and there, but I bit my tongue at the last second. She was good—too good at spinning webs. The audacity of it all still stunned me. She would say and do anything to keep this charade alive. But not for much longer. Soon, I would rip away every layer until the entire pack saw the manipulative monster hiding beneath.

"Are you just going to sit there and watch me suffer?" she whined when I made no move to comfort her.

"I’m busy. When you’re done with your drama, leave." I pointed toward the door, my voice flat.

A flash of pure anger and shock crossed her face. She clearly couldn’t believe how drastically things had shifted. First the revelation about Ivy, now this cold dismissal. It was like I had become a completely different person in her eyes.

"You’re going to regret treating me this way, Alpha Ramon," she hissed before storming out, the door slamming hard behind her.

The moment she was gone, I slammed my fist onto the table, the sharp crack echoing through the room. Rage burned hot in my veins, rage at her, at myself for ever trusting her, at the way she had played me so easily. She had deceived me. The one thing I had explicitly warned her against. And for what? To crawl into bed with my enemy? The same man who had destroyed her own family?

No matter how many times I turned it over in my mind, it made no sense. Someone could explain it to me slowly, in painstaking detail, and I still wouldn’t understand how she could betray everything like that.

"Damn you, Lorena," I muttered under my breath, the words tasting like ash.

I pushed to my feet and headed straight for my car, needing to get out of this suffocating space. Blane was lingering near the entrance as I approached.

"Alpha Ramon," he greeted with a broad smile.

"Get in the car, Blane," I ordered, in no mood for his usual games.

He slid into the passenger seat, still grinning like a fool. I could feel the old fire returning in my veins, and apparently, he could see it too. He was practically vibrating with anticipation for what was coming next—especially Lorena’s eventual downfall. She had caused enough damage to this pack.

As I drove away from the compound, I glanced sideways at him. "Why are you smiling so weirdly? It’s starting to creep me out."

"I’m just happy you finally gave Hazel what he deserved," he replied, practically giddy. "I can’t wait for Lorena’s head to be next on the chopping block."

"You’re really excited about all of this, aren’t you?"

"Ecstatic!"

"Then are you ready to tell me exactly how you got the information on Moon’s whereabouts from Ivy?"

The smile vanished from Blane’s face instantly. I saw his wolf react, a flicker of unease in his posture.

"I just... did," he shrugged, trying to play it off.

"That’s not an answer, Blane."

"I don’t know what else to say. It wasn’t easy getting it out of Ivy. I asked some questions, and her answers unknowingly led me where I needed to go."

I sighed, gripping the steering wheel tighter. "Do you think I’m a fool, Blane?"

"The Moon Goddess forbids it," he said quickly, trying to flatter me. "You’re Alpha Ramon. The wisest alpha the world has ever seen."

"Don’t prop me up with empty words. Tell me the truth. Why do things always get strange whenever I mention your name around Ivy?"

"I don’t— wait, where are we actually headed?" he asked, desperately trying to change the subject.

"Don’t change the topic, Blane, or I swear I’ll drop you on the side of the road and ban you from the pack for a week."

He went quiet, clearly thinking hard. I knew Ivy had probably asked him to let her handle the confession. But I needed the full picture.

I almost missed the turn and cursed under my breath. "Shit!"

"I knew it!" Blane exclaimed, seizing the opportunity. "We’re going to spy on Sonia again!"

I shot him a deadly glare from the corner of my eye, but it did nothing to dim his grin this time.

"Blane, if you’ve not told anyone about my... extracurricular activities when I have been leaving the pack, I’ll would have had your head if you ain’t important to me—"

"I could never, I only told Ivy, and no one else, and as for Daniel, he knew through your order!" he interrupted, genuinely alarmed. "I’m happy to spy on Sonia with you. How could I ruin that?" He grinned from ear to ear.

I rolled my eyes and brought the car to a stop just before the building. We continued on foot, moving quietly to the familiar hidden spot where I often stood to watch her. The sight of her always steadied something chaotic inside me.

To my surprise, she wasn’t alone. I tensed at first, scanning the figure beside her. When I realized it was Seth, the tension eased. For one terrifying second, I had thought there might be someone else.