Rejected and Pregnant I Fled The Pack novel Chapter 101

Chapter 101

Damon pov

I stayed until the healers confirmed my father had fully stabilized, his color returning, his breathing steady again, before I finally stepped out into the hallway, adrenaline slowly giving way to something harder, more focused.

“I need to speak with you,” I said to the lead healer, catching her attention before she moved on to other patients.

“Of course.”

“From now on, only family gets access to his room,” I said, my voice carrying the kind of firm authority I’d been slowly, deliberately learning to use with actual intention rather than simply as an inherited habit. “I want a list maintained at the nurse’s station. My mother, myself, Evelyn. Nobody else gets through without my explicit approval.”

“I’ll make sure that’s implemented immediately,” she said, already making notes. “Should we ask for identification going forward, given what happened today?”

“Yes,” I said. “Whatever precautions are necessary. I don’t want a repeat of what just happened.”

She nodded, moving off to arrange the new protocol, and I found Evelyn waiting nearby, Willow settled quietly against her shoulder, watching me with careful, understanding attention.

“That’s a good call,” she said. “Restricting visitors, I mean.”

“He can’t afford this kind of stress right now,” I said, frustration and lingering worry both evident in my voice. “Whoever that woman is, whatever history they actually have, she has no business showing up unannounced and triggering exactly the kind of crisis we just witnessed.”

“Do you know who she is,” Evelyn asked. “He mentioned she was a companion, from before, but he didn’t give me a name.”

“I have some suspicions,” I said, already turning the possibilities over in my mind. “I’ll find out for certain, though. This can’t happen again.”

I walked Evelyn and Willow back toward our quarters, making sure they were settled comfortably before heading directly to find Callum, urgency driving my steps as I moved through the compound.

I found him in his office, reviewing paperwork, and he looked up immediately at my expression, some of his usual composure giving way to alert attention.

“What happened,” he asked.

“A woman showed up at my father’s hospital room today,” I said, settling into the chair across from his desk. “Uninvited, apparently someone from his past, some kind of companion arrangement he says he ended weeks ago. He confronted her, told her to leave and never come back, and immediately afterward had another chest pain episode. Stress-triggered, the healers think, not a full cardiac event, but serious

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enough to require immediate stabilization.”

Callum’s expression tightened with concern. “Do you know who she is?”

“Not for certain, but I have suspicions.” I leaned forward, urgency sharpening my voice. “I need you to find her. Whoever she actually is, I need a name, a location, everything you can gather. This woman apparently doesn’t understand or doesn’t care that showing up like this could genuinely kill him, given his current condition.”

“I’ll start immediately,” Callum said, already pulling up something on his computer. “Do you have a description?”

I gave him what details I could recall from Evelyn’s account-striking, confident, dressed with obvious pack standing, the particular knowing smirk she’d apparently worn when she first entered the room.

“That actually narrows it down somewhat,” Callum said, typing quickly. “There have been rumors for years about your father maintaining various companions, though he was always careful to keep specifics fairly private. Let me cross-reference against pack records, see if anything matches.”

He worked for several minutes, and I waited with growing impatience, thinking about my father’s pale, distressed face, about the genuine fear I’d felt walking into that room to find healers working urgently around him yet again.

“Here,” Callum said eventually, turning his screen toward me. “Genevieve Ashworth. She’s been associated with several pack functions over the years, always in proximity to your father, though nothing officially documented as a formal arrangement. She lives in the northern district, maintains her own small household there.”

I studied the information, filing away the details, already planning exactly how I intended to handle this. “I want to speak with her directly. Set up a meeting, today if possible.”

“I’ll reach out immediately,” Callum said. “Should I frame it as a formal summons, or something less

official?”

“Formal enough that she understands the seriousness,” I said. “But I want this handled directly, face to face, not through intermediaries or official channels that might drag out longer than necessary.”

Callum nodded, already composing a message, and within the hour, he’d confirmed a meeting arranged for later that afternoon, Genevieve apparently willing, if somewhat reluctant, to speak with me directly.

I met her in a small, private meeting room near the pack house, deliberately choosing neutral territory rather than either my office or anywhere that might feel like summoning her to answer for wrongdoing, though the conversation ahead was clearly going to carry exactly that weight regardless of the setting.

She arrived precisely on time, composed and confident despite whatever nervousness she might have actually felt beneath the surface, settling into the chair across from me with careful, deliberate poise.

“Alpha-elect,” she said, inclining her head slightly. “I understand you wanted to speak with me.”

“I do.” I kept my voice level, controlled, though genuine anger still simmered beneath the careful

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