Rejected and Pregnant I Fled The Pack novel Chapter 107

Chapter 107

Evelyn pov

I was in the small shopping district near the compound’s edge, comparing two brands of diapers with the kind of intense focus only a new parent could actually muster, when I caught sight of Genevieve approaching from the corner of my eye.

Something cold settled into my stomach immediately, old wariness sharpening into full alertness as she drew closer, that same knowing smirk from the hospital visible on her face despite everything that had unfolded since the council investigation, the formal accusations, the mounting tension surrounding her

fabricated claims.

I discreetly reached into my pocket, pulling out my phone and hitting record before sliding it back in, angled carefully enough to still catch audio, some instinctive caution born from eight months of hard- won self-protection driving the action before I’d even fully decided to do it.

“Evelyn,” she said, stopping a few feet away, her voice carrying false, saccharine warmth. “Fancy running into you here.”

“Genevieve.” I kept my own voice carefully neutral, continuing to examine the diaper packages in my hands, refusing to give her the satisfaction of visible reaction.

“Shopping for the baby,” she said, glancing dismissively toward Willow’s stroller. “How domestic.”

“What do you want,” I asked, still not looking up, my heart pounding despite my outwardly calm

demeanor.

“I just thought we should talk,” she said, something sharp and calculated entering her tone despite the continued veneer of pleasantness. “Woman to woman. Since apparently you and Damon’s mother have decided to team up against me, telling the council whatever convenient lies support your own interests.”

“I told them the truth,” I said, finally looking up to meet her eyes directly. “What I actually witnessed.”

“The truth.” She laughed, sharp and humorless. “You and Sarah are both insects, honestly. Both so quick to defend men who’ve spent their entire lives treating women as interchangeable, disposable, and yet here you both are, playing the loyal, wronged wife whenever it’s convenient.”

I felt anger flare hot in my chest, though I kept my expression carefully controlled, understanding the value of letting her keep talking, keep incriminating herself while my phone continued recording.

“You both deserve to be cheated on,” she continued, moving slightly closer, something venomous entering her voice now. “Deserve exactly what you got, playing the perfect, patient partner while men like Robert and Damon do whatever they actually want behind your backs. At least I’ve never pretended otherwise. At least I understood exactly what kind of arrangement I was actually part of.”

“Is that what this is about,” I asked, keeping my voice steady despite the anger building beneath my careful composure. “You’re upset because Robert finally stopped pretending too, chose honesty and actual change instead of continuing to use you as a convenient arrangement on the side?”

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Something flashed across her face at that, genuine anger breaking through her earlier calculated composure. “He needs to take me back. Fifteen years, Evelyn. Fifteen years of my life, and he simply discards me because his son and his wife have suddenly decided honesty matters. That’s not fair, and I’m not simply going to accept it quietly.”

“So you’re trying to destroy his reputation instead,” I said. “Fabricating accusations of threats and intimidation, endangering his actual health in the process, all because you’re angry he finally chose to stop treating relationships as disposable arrangements.”

She moved closer still, close enough now that I instinctively stepped slightly to position myself between her and Willow’s stroller, old protective instinct sharpening despite my outward composure.

“I’m not fabricating anything,” she said, voice tight with barely controlled fury. “Damon absolutely threatened me. Used pack authority to intimidate me into silence, exactly as I’ve claimed.”

“That’s a lie,” I said flatly, “and we both know it. He told you clearly and calmly that you weren’t authorized

to visit his father anymore, given the stress your presence was causing. There was no threat, no intimidation beyond simple, reasonable boundary-setting.”

“Prove it,” she said, something smug returning to her expression despite her earlier anger. “It’s my word against his, and the council’s already inclined to be suspicious of leadership stability, given everything else that’s happened these past several weeks.”

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