Evelyn’s POV
"Evelyn, call off your security! Don’t let them co any closer!" Clara’s voice was edged with panic as she noticed my bodyguards slowly closing in.
I couldn’t decide if Clara was cunning or just stupid. Knowing my temperant, she still dared to co alone and taunt in public.
Perhaps the fantasy of carrying Calvin’s child had clouded her judgnt. It was making her desperate to flaunt her supposed fertility success in my face.
"Scared now?" I asked coldly. "You weren’t so timid a minute ago."
Clara’s face paled. Her instincts were finally kicking in, warning her that I wasn’t going to let this slide.
"You’ll regret this," she hissed, backing away. "Calvin won’t let you get away with threatening !"
She hurried toward the elevators, clutching her stomach as if protecting a precious cargo.
I beckoned to one of my security n. I wasn’t foolish enough to physically confront Clara in a mall full of security caras, but her vicious comnts about Rowan and Rhys wouldn’t go unpunished.
Jackson followed out of the mall.
When I got into the car, Jackson handed a phone.
It showed a real-ti video that my n had taken.
Clara had just reached the parking garage, thinking she’d escaped, when a large hand clamped over her mouth.
She struggled wildly. "Mmph! What are you doing? Let go!"
A crisp slap rang out.
In a cara blind spot, the sound repeated over and over.
One hundred tis.
One hundred slaps.
By the ti it was over, Clara’s face was swollen beyond recognition. The implants she’d recently had inserted were shifting under the impact, her entire face a ss of bruises.
"What the hell are you doing?" Beta Zeon’s voice rang out as he arrived with Calvin’s security team.
The hooded, masked man administering the punishnt looked Zeon straight in the eyes. He deliberately delivered the final two slaps with extra force, then disappeared with impressive speed.
Clara trembled on her knees, covering her ruined face as she wailed in agony.
"My face! My beautiful face!"
The video ended there.
Jackson, sitting in the front passenger seat, received a ssage on his phone and turned to .
"Boss, Bloodbane Pack security just took Clara away."
My usually warm eyes were now filled with cold detachnt.
"Is it done?" I asked quietly.
Jackson nodded. "One hundred slaps. Not one more, not one less."
That was the price for destroying a family and insulting my children.
When evening ca, I went to pick up Rowan and Rhys from school, only to be told by their teacher that the boys had already been collected by their father.
"Alpha Calvin ca himself, with his Beta," the teacher explained nervously. "We couldn’t refuse him since he’s their father."
Seeing my skepticism, she showed the security footage. It was indeed Calvin with Zeon, picking up my sons an hour earlier than usual.
I returned to my car, my expression unreadable.
"Take to the Bloodbane Pack house," I ordered my driver.
My car passed through the gates of the Bloodbane Pack estate without any trouble. There were no security checks or questions. The path to the main house was clear, as if soone had been expecting .
The old butler stood waiting at the entrance. His posture was stiff but respectful. He had been working for the Bloodbane Pack since before Calvin was born. When my driver stopped at the garden entrance, I opened the door myself.
"Where are Rowan and Rhys?" I asked imdiately.
The butler’s eyes flickered with sympathy before returning to his professional expression. "Only Alpha Calvin knows where the young masters are."
He paused before adding, "Alpha Calvin is waiting for you in his study."
I noticed how empty the house felt. There were no maids cleaning the fancy shelves, no staff mbers doing their usual work. Calvin had sent everyone away so we could talk privately.
I hadn’t been in this mansion for two years, but my body still rembered every part of the place I had called ho for five years. The familiar sll of sandalwood and leather hit as I walked through the entrance hall. I ignored the elevator and took the grand staircase instead.
Anger was building in my chest, but years of proper upbringing helped keep it controlled beneath a calm surface.
When I reached the door of Calvin’s study, I knocked. It wasn’t out of respect, just habit.
"Calvin, open the door!" I called out. I couldn’t keep the anger out of my voice.
The door opened right away. Calvin stood there in his perfectly fitted charcoal suit, looking as powerful and handso as always. His eyes looked over as he stepped aside to let in.
I stayed in the doorway. I refused to enter his study. "Why did you take Rowan and Rhys without telling ?"
"My father called," he answered quickly. "He wanted to see his grandsons, so I took them to the family estate for dinner."
When he ntioned Alpha Gregory, I hesitated. The old Alpha had always been kind to during my marriage to Calvin. He was one of the few mbers of the Bloodbane Pack who had treated with real respect.
"If Alpha Gregory wanted to see them, I could have brought them myself," I said with a colder voice. "But you picked them up an hour early and told everyone to keep it from . Why?"
I wasn’t stupid. The timing was too perfect. I had just taught Clara a painful lesson, and suddenly Calvin was taking our sons away from .
My fingers curled into fists as I asked, "What are you really trying to do here, Calvin?"
He stood in front of , every inch the powerful Alpha. Sharp jawline, intense eyes, broad shoulders that filled out his expensive suit perfectly. There was no sign of the gentler man I had seen in that photo outside the obstetrics departnt.
"You had your n give Clara one hundred slaps today," he said calmly.
I closed my eyes for a mont, and a bitter smile crossed my face. "And? Are you here to protect her?"
Calvin frowned. "I’m not here to protect her. I just wanted to see you."
His words surprised . I had been avoiding him for weeks. I blocked his calls, ignored his emails, and refused to let him into my ho. This move was clearly his way of getting around my refusal to see him.
"See for what?" I asked, genuinely confused. I couldn’t think of what we still needed to discuss besides our children.
Calvin’s hand reached out and grabbed my arm firmly. "Co inside. We need to talk."
"That’s not necessary," I said, trying to pull away, but his grip stayed strong.
"I’ll tell you why I’ve been helping Clara all this ti,Just co inside."
Reviews
All reviews (0)