Rejected and Pregnant I Fled The Pack (Evelyn and Damon) novel Chapter 160

"How are you feeling," I asked, settling beside her.

"Scared," she admitted honestly. "For the baby, for all of us. I keep thinking about everything she's already done, and now, right when I'm this close to delivery—"

"I won't let anything happen to you or the baby," I said firmly, though genuine fear continued churning beneath my attempted reassurance. "Whatever it takes, however many resources we need, you're going to be protected through this."

We spent that evening and the following days in heightened, careful vigilance, security doubled throughout our quarters, careful monitoring of every movement, every entrance point, every possible vulnerability Genevieve might attempt to exploit.

The trackers who'd previously located her worked urgently to reestablish her trail, though this time, apparent outside assistance meant she'd managed to disappear considerably more thoroughly than during her previous escape.

"Nothing yet," Callum reported, three days into the frustrating search. "Whoever helped her escape apparently provided considerable resources—transportation, possibly even a temporary hiding location beyond our immediate search radius."

"This is exactly what I was afraid of," I said, frustration and fear both building sharp beneath my careful composure. "She's smarter this time, more prepared."

"We won't stop searching," Callum said firmly. "But given Evelyn's due date approaching, I think we need to seriously consider additional precautions specifically for the delivery itself."

I nodded, understanding the genuine urgency of that consideration, and we spent the following day working through additional security protocols specifically for whatever hospital or medical facility Evelyn's actual delivery might require.

"What if she attempts something during labor," Evelyn asked that evening, genuine fear evident in her voice as we discussed the various contingency plans. "When I'm genuinely vulnerable, unable to defend myself or move quickly."

"We won't let that happen," I said, though my own fear matched hers completely. "Extensive security throughout the medical wing, careful monitoring of every access point, immediate response protocols if any sign of threat emerges."

She nodded, though anxiety remained visible beneath her attempted composure, and I found myself unable to fully suppress my own mounting terror at the thought of Genevieve potentially targeting Evelyn during this most vulnerable, critical moment.

My father visited us the following day, moving with considerably more confidence and strength than he had during his earlier recovery, and I watched him settle carefully beside Evelyn, genuine concern evident in his expression.

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