Rejected and Pregnant I Fled The Pack (Evelyn and Damon) novel Chapter 261

I nodded, appreciating that small measure of consideration, though continued fury remained heavy regardless, understanding this postponement simply delayed rather than genuinely resolved the significant threat still hanging over her future.

My phone buzzed against the side table, and I felt immediate, sharp dread building as I reached for it, some instinct already warning me this wouldn't prove genuine, welcome news.

*She deserves this.*

I stared at the message, fury crashing through me with such overwhelming intensity that my hands trembled slightly as I processed the sheer, calculated cruelty of that timing—apparently they'd somehow learned about her current, devastated state, understanding exactly how thoroughly their continued campaign had genuinely broken her composure.

I let out a long, tired sigh, exhaustion and rage both weighing heavy despite my attempt to maintain some measure of composure given Nadia's continued, vulnerable presence beside me.

"What is it," my father asked, watching my obvious tension.

I showed him the message, watching his own expression harden with matching fury.

"How could they possibly know about her current condition," he asked, genuine alarm evident beneath his fury.

"I don't know," I admitted, frustration building sharp in my chest. "Unless they genuinely do have someone embedded within our own systems, exactly as they'd previously claimed."

"Or they're simply monitoring the compound closely enough to observe the doctor's visit," Callum said, having apparently just entered the room, his expression carrying obvious, matching concern as he took in the situation. "Either possibility remains genuinely concerning."

I typed back, understanding the genuine, difficult necessity of actually engaging despite my continued exhaustion and fury.

*She's suffered enough. When does your grief entitle you to inflict this kind of continued cruelty?*

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