Rejected and Pregnant I Fled The Pack novel Chapter 106

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“That woman is going to be a genuine problem,” Evelyn said, once the door had fully closed. “This isn’t just about retaliation for being restricted from visiting. She’s clearly trying to create actual, lasting damage to your standing, Damon, possibly your father’s as well.”

“I know,” I said, frustration and worry both tangling together in my chest. “I don’t fully understand her motivation, though. If she genuinely cared about your father, why manufacture accusations that could seriously damage both our positions?”

“Maybe she doesn’t genuinely care,” my father said quietly, his voice tired but thoughtful. “Maybe fifteen years of arrangement created something more possessive than affectionate, something that responds to rejection with retaliation rather than genuine grief.”

I considered that, understanding the uncomfortable possibility that whatever history existed between them had never actually been the mutual, caring relationship he might have once believed it was.

“We need to prepare thoroughly for whatever comes next,” I said, thinking through the practical implications. “If the council decides to proceed with a full formal hearing, we need every piece of context, every witness, everything that might counter her narrative.”

“I’ll help however I can,” Evelyn said firmly. “I meant what I told them. I witnessed exactly what happened, and I’m not going to let her rewrite that reality just because she’s angry about facing actual consequences.”

My father managed a tired, grateful smile at her firm, protective anger on his behalf. “Thank you, Evelyn. I know I haven’t fully earned this kind of support yet, given everything in our history.”

“You’re recovering from major surgery, and someone deliberately provoked a health crisis, then tried to weaponize the aftermath against your family,” Evelyn said. “Whatever complicated history exists between us, that’s simply wrong, and I’m not going to stay quiet about it.”

We spent the next hour discussing strategy, trying to anticipate exactly what Genevieve might present to the council, whether she had any actual witnesses or evidence beyond her own claims, how we might

best counter whatever narrative she was attempting to construct.

Callum arrived partway through, having gathered additional information about Genevieve’s background, her standing within the pack, any previous history of similar accusations or conflicts that might provide useful context for the council’s assessment.

“Nothing formal on record,” he reported, settling into the remaining chair. “But informal reputation suggests she’s had contentious endings to several previous relationships over the years. Nothing rising to formal complaint before now, but a pattern of difficulty accepting rejection, according to several sources I spoke with discreetly.”

“That could help,” I said, though caution tempered my relief at the information. “Though we’d need to be careful about how we present it, given it’s largely reputation and hearsay rather than documented fact.”

“Agreed,” Callum said. “But it might inform how the council weighs her credibility overall, especially

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combined with the clear timeline Evelyn’s already established.”

My father shifted slightly, exhaustion increasingly visible despite his efforts to maintain focus on the strategic discussion. “I think I need to rest now,” he admitted. “This has been considerably more taxing than I anticipated.”

“Of course,” I said immediately, standing. “We’ll let you rest. Callum and I can continue preparing, and I’ll update you once we have more concrete strategy in place.”

We made our way out shortly after, leaving my father to actual rest, and I found myself walking alongside Evelyn and Willow back toward our quarters, processing everything the morning had revealed.

“You were incredible in there,” I said, genuine admiration evident in my voice. “Standing up for him, for

us, without hesitation.”

“He’s family now,” Evelyn said simply. “Complicated, imperfect family, but family regardless. I wasn’t going to let her manufacture lies about what actually happened, not when I witnessed it directly myself.”

I reached over, taking her hand gently, grateful beyond words for her steady, fierce loyalty despite everything complicated in our shared history with my father.

“What happens now,” she asked, “if the council decides to proceed with a full hearing?”

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