All Chapters of Rejected and Pregnant I Fled The Pack: Chapter 1 - Chapter 8

Rejected and Pregnant: I Left The PackChapter 1Evelyn povThe scent hit me before I even opened the door.Sweat. Sex. And underneath it, unmistakably, Marissa's perfume—the same jasmine and vanilla she'd worn since we were sixteen, sneaking bottles of it from her mother's vanity while we giggled about boys we'd never actually talk to.I stood in the hallway outside Damon's room, my hand frozen on the doorframe, and told myself I was wrong. Wolves could be wrong about scents. Grief could confuse a nose. Anything, anything but this.Then I heard her laugh—that low, satisfied laugh I'd known since childhood—and I knew I wasn't wrong at all.I should have turned around. Some small, self-preserving part of me screamed to walk away, to pretend I'd never come up those stairs, to keep the mark on my neck sacred for one more night at least. But my hand was already pushing the door open, because some other part of me, the part that still believed in what we'd promised each other twenty-four

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

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

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