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Chapter 7
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2026-07-03 13:37:28
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Rejected and Pregnant I Fled The Pack Chapter 8
Evelyn pov I made it maybe ten miles past the pack border before my body betrayed me again. The nausea hit sudden and vicious, cramping through my stomach with no warning at all, and I barely managed to swerve onto the shoulder of the empty road before flinging the door open and losing what little I'd managed to eat that morning. I knelt there in the gravel, one hand braced against the car for balance, and let my body finish what it needed to, tears streaming down my face somewhere in the middle of it all, though I couldn't have said anymore whether I was crying from the physical sickness or the emotional wreckage still throbbing beneath it. When it finally passed, I sat back against the car door, breathing hard, staring out at the empty stretch of road ahead of me. Trees on either side, no pack lands in sight anymore, no compound, no Damon. Just me, alone, further from everything I'd ever known than I'd been in my entire life. *Even if I'm pregnant, I'm not going back.* The thou
Rejected and Pregnant I Fled The Pack Chapter 7
Damon pov I stood frozen in the wreckage of her room for maybe three seconds before my legs made the decision my mind was still arguing with, and I was running. Down the hallway, past pack members who scattered out of my way, down the stairs two at a time, out through the front doors into the grey morning light. I caught sight of her immediately—Evelyn, duffel bag slung over one shoulder, already crossing the compound toward the small lot where the pack kept a handful of vehicles for runs into town. "Evelyn!" She didn't stop. Didn't even slow down, her strides purposeful and fast, like she'd already rehearsed this exact path in her mind sometime during the sleepless night before. I caught up to her just as she reached her car, my hand landing on the door before she could pull it open. She turned to face me, and whatever composure I'd been clinging to on the walk over threatened to shatter entirely at the look in her eyes—not the raw grief from the night before, not even the hard
Rejected and Pregnant I Fled The Pack Chapter 6
Damon pov I stormed into Evelyn's room without knocking, the last of my patience burning away with every step down the hallway. My wolf was snarling now, agitated and confused, torn between two instincts that seemed to be pulling me in opposite directions—one that wanted to comfort my mate, and one that bristled at the memory of Marissa's tear-streaked face, the red mark blooming across her cheek. Evelyn didn't even look up when I entered. She'd pulled her closet open and was yanking clothes off hangers with sharp, efficient movements, stuffing them into an old duffel bag I didn't recognize. A growl rumbled out of my chest before I could stop it. "What is this?" She spared me a single glance over her shoulder, and the hatred in her eyes hit me like a physical blow—colder now than the raw devastation from the night before, settled into something harder, something more permanent. "What does it look like, Damon?" "You attacked Marissa in the middle of the hallway." The words came ou
Rejected and Pregnant I Fled The Pack Chapter 5
Evelyn pov I don't know how long I laid in that bed after Damon left, staring at the same water stain on my ceiling, before my body finally forced me into motion. Hunger, maybe, though nothing about my stomach felt like it wanted food. Or maybe it was just the desperate need to feel something other than the hollow, aching stillness that had settled into my bones since the night before. I peeled myself off the mattress and stood under the shower until the water ran cold, scrubbing at my skin like I could somehow wash away the memory clinging to it—Marissa's laugh, Damon's bare back, the particular scent of betrayal that seemed to have worked its way into my very pores. It didn't work, of course. Some things don't rinse off. But at least when I stepped out, dressed in clean clothes with my hair still damp, I looked marginally more human than I had a few hours before. My stomach growled, hollow and insistent, reminding me I hadn't eaten anything since the night before the ceremony. I
Rejected and Pregnant I Fled The Pack Chapter 4
Damon povMorning came grey and heavy, the kind of light that made everything look worse than it probably was. I hadn't slept—not really. I'd spent most of the night pacing my room, replaying the look on Evelyn's face on some endless loop, my wolf pacing right alongside me in restless, silent judgment.By the time the sun fully rose, I'd convinced myself that a clear head and calm explanation would fix what my temper had broken the night before. I told myself I just needed to make her understand—really understand, not the garbled, defensive version I'd thrown at her in the heat of the moment. If I could just get her to see reason, to see that this didn't have to be the end of what we'd built, surely some of that hatred I'd felt through the bond would ease.I was wrong before I even opened her door.She was lying on her bed when I walked in, curled on her side facing the window, still in the same clothes from the night before. She didn't move when the door opened. Didn't even flinch. I
Rejected and Pregnant I Fled The Pack Chapter 3
Damon povThe moment the door shut behind me, my wolf turned on me like I was the enemy.He'd been quiet through the whole exchange with Evelyn—too quiet, coiled tight in my chest in a way I recognized but had chosen to ignore. The second I stepped into the hallway, he let loose a low, furious growl that rattled through my ribs, a sound of pure disgust aimed entirely at myself.*You marked her.* The thought came in his voice, if a wolf's instinct could be called a voice. *You marked her and then you let another woman touch what belongs to her mate.*"It's not that simple," I muttered under my breath, aware of how insane I must have looked, arguing with the empty hallway. A pack member rounded the corner ahead—Silas, one of the younger warriors—and caught sight of me before quickly averting his eyes and picking up his pace. Word had already spread, then. Of course it had. Evelyn's tears and her bare feet slapping against the compound dirt hadn't exactly been subtle.I made my way back
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