Rejected and Pregnant I Fled The Pack (Evelyn and Damon) novel Chapter 256

Ethan pov

Holding Nadia while she sobbed against my chest, understanding exactly why she was breaking apart so completely, I felt something dark and dangerous stirring beneath my own carefully maintained composure.

My wolf howled with genuine, violent fury, pressing hard against my restraint with an intensity I'd rarely experienced before.

*Let me out,* he seethed, his voice carrying pure, savage rage. *I will handle this myself. Whoever's responsible for this pain, I'll ensure they never threaten her again.*

I forced myself to breathe steadily, understanding I needed to remain composed, present, and stable for Nadia's sake rather than allowing my own fury to overshadow her genuine need for comfort and reassurance in this exact moment.

*Not now,* I told him internally, though the effort of actually containing that violent impulse required considerable, deliberate concentration. *She needs me calm right now, not consumed by rage.*

I held her closer, pressing a gentle kiss against her hair, continuing to murmur whatever soft reassurance I genuinely could offer as she continued crying, her entire body shaking with the overwhelming weight of everything she'd just confronted.

The genuine injustice of it burned through me with increasing intensity the longer I sat there, understanding exactly what she was navigating—condemned for actions entirely outside her control, targeted by grief-stricken families who apparently couldn't separate genuine culpability from simple, unfortunate biological connection.

*She never chose any of this,* I thought, fury building sharp and immediate beneath my carefully maintained composure. *She's spent years actively working to build something genuinely different from Genevieve's legacy, and now these people want to punish her simply for existing.*

My wolf continued pacing restlessly, understanding my own genuine fury mirrored his violent, protective instinct, though I understood the genuine necessity of actually channeling that anger productively rather than simply allowing destructive rage to overtake my judgment.

Gradually, Nadia's sobs began easing, her breathing slowly steadying against my chest, and I continued holding her, providing whatever steady, unwavering presence she genuinely needed throughout this difficult, overwhelming moment.

Eventually, exhaustion apparently overtook her entirely, her breathing evening out into the slow, steady rhythm of genuine sleep, and I remained perfectly still, understanding I didn't want to risk waking her given everything emotionally exhausting she'd just navigated.

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