Rejected and Pregnant I Fled The Pack novel Chapter 103

Chapter 103

Damon pov

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I was three hours into reviewing supply contracts when Callum burst through my office door without knocking, his expression tight with the kind of urgent alarm that immediately set my own nerves on edge.

“We’ve got a problem,” he said, already crossing the room toward my desk. “A big one.”

“What happened,” I asked, setting down the paperwork immediately.

“Genevieve. The woman you spoke with yesterday, about your father.” Callum’s jaw was tight, frustration and concern both evident in his expression. “She went to the council this morning. Filed a formal complaint, claiming you and your father threatened her.”

Cold dread settled into my stomach, understanding immediately the potential severity of what he was describing. “Threatened her how?”

“She’s alleging you used pack authority to intimidate her into silence, that you threatened violence if she continued visiting your father, and that your father himself made similar threats before his surgery, related to whatever history they actually shared.” Callum’s expression remained grim. “The council’s taken it seriously enough to open a formal investigation.”

I stared at him, disbelief and genuine anger both flooding through me in equal measure. “That’s not what happened. I told her clearly, calmly, that she wasn’t authorized to visit him anymore, given the stress it was causing his recovery. There was no threat of violence, nothing beyond formal boundary-setting.”

“I believe you,” Callum said. “But she’s framed it very differently, and given everything that’s happened these past several weeks-the earlier council session about Evelyn, your father’s censure, the general instability in leadership-the council’s inclined to take any new allegations seriously rather than simply dismissing them.”

I dragged a hand down my face, processing the sheer, frustrating absurdity of the situation. “This is retaliation. She’s furious I formally restricted her access, and this is her attempt to punish me for it.”

“Probably,” Callum agreed. “But that doesn’t change the fact that the investigation is happening regardless of her actual motivation. You’ll need to formally respond, likely testify before the council again, provide whatever evidence you can that contradicts her account.”

“What evidence do I actually have,” I asked, frustration sharpening my voice. “It was a private conversation, just the two of us in that meeting room. No witnesses, no recording.”

“That’s part of the problem,” Callum admitted. “Her word against yours, essentially, unless we can find some other angle to support your account.”

I sat back in my chair, mind racing through everything, trying to think clearly despite the anger and frustration still coursing through me. “What about my father? He can testify to the actual history, to whatever pattern of behavior might support that Genevieve’s claims are exaggerated or entirely fabricated.”

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“He’s still recovering,” Callum said carefully. “Testifying before council, especially about something this contentious, could genuinely stress his heart in ways that might trigger another episode. I don’t think that’s a road we want to go down unless absolutely necessary.”

I understood the concern, though frustration still burned at the constraint. “What about Evelyn? She wasn’t present for my conversation with Genevieve, but she witnessed the original incident at the hospital, saw exactly how Genevieve behaved, how my father responded.”

“That could help,” Callum said. “Establishing pattern and context, even if she can’t directly testify about the specific conversation you had afterward.”

“When does the investigation formally begin,” I asked.

“Council’s called a preliminary hearing for tomorrow morning,” Callum said. “They’ll want your account, likely Genevieve’s testimony as well, before deciding whether the matter warrants a full formal session like your previous hearing.”

I processed that, understanding the tight timeline meant I needed to move quickly, gathering whatever support and clarity I could manage before facing the council again.

“I need to talk to my father,” I said, already standing. “Even if he can’t formally testify, I need to

understand exactly what history exists between them, what might have prompted this kind of retaliatory

accusation.”

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