Chapter 33
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Chapter 33
Damon pov
I’d barely settled back into the chair beside Evelyn’s bed, Willow finally drifting into a deeper sleep against my shoulder, when my phone rang again.
I almost let it go to voicemail, bracing myself for another round with my father, but the screen showed a different name entirely.
*Mom.*
I answered immediately, some old instinct still wired to worry about her even after everything. “Mom?”
“Damon.” Her voice came through thick, unsteady, and it took me a moment to realize she was crying. I couldn’ remember the last time I’d heard my mother cry-not during any of the years of quietly enduring my father’s companions, not through any of the slights I’d watched her absorb without complaint at every pack function. She’d always been so carefully composed, so practiced at keeping whatever she felt locked down beneath a calm surface. Hearing it crack now sent a fresh spike of alarm through me.
“What happened,” I asked, standing carefully so I wouldn’t jostle Willow, moving toward the window again. “Are you safe? Is Marissa with you?”
“She’s here. We’re both safe, physically.” Her breath hitched audibly on the other end. “Your father won’t stop calling. Six times today already. He’s-” She stopped, gathering herself. “He’s ordering me home, Damon. Says if I’m not back within the week, he’ll have me formally declared unfit and stripped of my standing in the pack. Says the same thing about Marissa, that she needs to return and answer for the pregnancy publicly.”
Something cold settled into my stomach. “He can’t do that. Not without cause, and definitely not just because you finally left.”
“He seems to believe he can do quite a lot right now.” Her voice steadied slightly, some of her old composure returning even through the residual tears. “He told me something else too. Said you were bringing Evelyn and the baby home soon. Said it like it was already decided, like some kind of proof that everything’s returning to normal, that this is all just a temporary disruption he’s already solved.”
I felt anger flare hot and sudden in my chest. “That’s not true. I told him directly, in front of two enforcers, that I wasn’t forcing Evelyn anywhere. He knows that.”
“Then why would he say it?”
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