Knotting His Rejected Breeder

Sonia’s POV

Moonfire looked different under celebration.

The trees surrounding the open courtyard were strung with soft lanterns that glowed like captured stars. White flowers spilled from every archway and table, their scent mixing with the warm night air and the faint sweetness of roasted fruit.

Music drifted from the far side of the clearing, steady drums and lighter strings weaving together beneath the laughter of two packs that had once stood on opposite sides of a war.

I stood near the edge of the gathering, one hand resting on the curve of my stomach. Our son shifted under my palm, as if sensing the noise around him. Ramon stood close enough that I could feel the solid warmth of his presence without needing to look.

"You’re quiet," he murmured.

"I’m taking it in," I answered. "It feels... strange. In a good way."

Jed stood at the center of it all.

He looked nothing like the restless brother who used to dodge responsibility with a grin. His formal dark tunic fit him properly, and when he turned toward Princess Elara, something in his expression softened that I had never seen before. Elara wore a gown the color of pale firelight, her hair braided with thin strands of gold. When she smiled at him, the entire courtyard seemed to lean closer.

The ceremony itself was simple.

No long speeches. No heavy traditions that demanded silence. Just two people standing beneath an arch of living vines while an elder of Moonfire bound their hands with a strip of red silk and spoke the old words of union. When Jed leaned in to kiss her, the cheer that rose from the crowd was loud enough to startle birds from the trees.

I clapped with the others, smiling even as my eyes stung.

Ramon’s hand found the small of my back.

"He looks happy," he said.

"He does."

After the vows, the celebration spilled outward. Tables were filled with food. Children ran between the adults.

Warriors who had once eyed each other with suspicion now shared drinks and quiet conversations. For the first time in a long while, the air didn’t taste of blood or smoke.

Ivy found me near one of the flower-covered tables, her own hand resting lightly over her stomach even though her pregnancy wasn’t showing yet.

"You’re glowing," she said, bumping her shoulder gently against mine.

"I’m huge," I corrected, laughing. "There’s a difference."

"You’re glowing and huge," she amended. "Both can be true."

Blane stood a short distance away, speaking with Erling. Every so often his eyes drifted toward Ivy, soft in a way that still surprised me. Ivy noticed and pretended she didn’t, though the corner of her mouth curved upward.

The bouquet toss came later, when the music softened and Elara stepped into the open space with the flowers in her hands. Women gathered, laughing and jostling lightly. I stayed near the edge, content to watch.

Elara’s eyes found mine for half a second.

Then she turned and threw.

The bouquet arced through the air, white petals catching the lantern light, and landed squarely in my arms before I could step back.

Silence held for one stunned heartbeat.

Then the courtyard erupted.

"Sonia!"

"Again?"

"The Moon Goddess has spoken!"

I stared down at the flowers, heat rising in my cheeks. Ramon covered his mouth with one hand, but his eyes were laughing. Jed pointed at me from across the clearing, grinning like a boy.

"Looks like someone needs another one," he called.

"Jed," I warned, but I was smiling too hard to sound serious.

Daisy appeared at my side, looping her arm through mine. Tyler stood behind her, one hand resting casually on her waist.

"Don’t listen to them," Daisy said. "Unless you want another. In which case, congratulations in advance."

I groaned.

"You’re not helping."

Daisy’s smile softened. She glanced back at Tyler, then looked at me again.

"Actually... we’re trying."

I blinked.

"For a baby?"

She nodded, a quiet kind of hope in her expression.

"We decided after the war. Life is short. We want to build something that isn’t just survival."

Tyler squeezed her waist gently. The look they shared was private and warm. I reached for Daisy’s hand and held it.

"I’m happy for you."

"I know."

Across the courtyard, Jackie’s voice rose sharply enough to cut through the music.

"I did not say that."

Wolf stood opposite her, arms crossed, expression unimpressed.

"You said the eastern border strategy was ’acceptable.’"

"That is not the same as agreeing with you."

"It sounded like agreeing."

"Then you need better hearing."

They glared at each other for a long moment. Then Jackie’s mouth twitched. Wolf’s eyes narrowed, but there was something almost amused beneath the irritation. He leaned in slightly, voice lower.

"You’re impossible."

"And you’re stubborn," she shot back. "We’re even."

They didn’t step away from each other.

If anything, they stood closer than before.

Ivy caught my eye and raised her brows. I pressed my lips together to keep from smiling too openly.

Later, when the music slowed and couples began to drift into the open space to dance, Ramon guided me toward a quieter corner beneath one of the lantern-strung trees. The light painted soft gold across his face. He looked tired in the way people do when the weight of survival finally eases enough to feel.

He rested his hand over mine on my stomach.

Our son kicked lightly against his palm.

Ramon’s expression changed, something quiet and unprotected settling in his eyes.

"I keep thinking about the future," he said.

"What about it?"

He was silent for a moment, watching the movement beneath my dress.

"I want a daughter one day."

The words were soft. Almost careful.

I looked up at him.

"A daughter?"

He nodded once.

"A little girl with your eyes. Someone who doesn’t have to grow up afraid of her own name. Someone who knows she’s wanted from the beginning."

My throat tightened.

I reached up and touched his face, thumb brushing the edge of his jaw.

"We’ll get there," I whispered. "One step at a time."

Ramon leaned in and pressed his forehead gently to mine.

Around us, the wedding continued. Laughter rose. Music carried through the trees. Jed spun Elara under the lantern light while Jackie argued with Wolf and Daisy rested her head against Tyler’s shoulder.

For the first time in a long while, the future didn’t feel like something to survive.

It felt like something we could choose.

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