Chapter 155

Evelyn’s POV
The banging on the door kept going as I looked at Leon. The voice outside definitely belonged to Calvin. I felt relieved that he’d found me so fast, though I’d never say that out loud.
“Evelyn, come out!” Calvin’s voice commanded again, followed by more banging.
Another voice joined in, old but sharp with authority. “Calvin, what do you think you’re doing?”
I recognized the rough voice as Silas, Leon’s grandfather. The old Alpha was clearly angry about Calvin bringing security into his house.
“I’m here for my mate,” Calvin responded coldly. Through the door, his voice had that dangerous edge I knew too well.
“Your mate? I thought you and Evelyn were divorced. She’s single now.”
“That doesn’t mean you can drug her.”
Calvin’s commanding voice rang out. “I’ll take full responsibility. Break it down!”
“Calvin! Don’t go too far!”
“I can go much further. Does Alpha Silas want to see?”
“Hopefully Alpha Silas won’t get the chance, because I won’t stop until I see some blood.”
Leon and I looked at each other. He seemed genuinely upset by his grandfather’s actions, shame crossing his face.
“Should we open the door?” Leon asked quietly. His room’s door was thick, not something a few bodyguards could break down easily.
I listened to Calvin threatening Silas outside, the old man’s voice shaking with anger. After what his grandfather had planned for us, I couldn’t feel sorry for him.
I turned to look at Leon, trying to find the right words.
He immediately understood what I meant.
“I know,” he said, his voice low with regret. “My family is wrong here. I’ll make him apologize to you, though I can’t promise he’ll agree.”
He quickly added, “Whatever help you need in the future, I, Leon Robinson, will do everything in my power to help you.”
“I’m truly sorry. I apologize for the Brownfur Pack.”
His response was exactly what I’d expected. He was caught between family loyalty and doing what was right.
I felt a strange emptiness inside, not quite disappointment, not quite anger. What did I expect? Silas was Leon’s grandfather. As his grandson, there wasn’t much he could do against the pack’s elder.
But I was no longer the woman who swallowed her pride and stayed silent.
“Leon,” I said, looking him straight in the eyes, “I’m the kind of person who gives back what I get.”
After enduring five suffocating years in my marriage with Calvin, I’d finally reached my breaking point. No one, absolutely no one, would make me compromise myself again.
“You might want to stay in your room,” I warned. “I can’t promise I won’t drag you into what I’m about to say out there.”
Leon’s face went pale.
I walked to the door and knocked from inside, letting the people trying to break it down know I was there. The banging stopped immediately.
I opened the door and stepped out.
Calvin’s eyes found me right away, checking my body and clothes to see if I was hurt. When he saw I was okay, he looked relieved.
“Do whatever you need to do. I’ll handle what happens after,” he said quietly, moving to stand beside me without caring that Silas was right there.
I glanced at him. “I can handle this myself.”
Calvin smiled slightly when he saw the stubborn look in my eyes. He nodded.
This was my first time seeing Silas Robinson in person. The old Alpha stood leaning on his cane, his eyes sharp as knives as they stared at me. He didn’t speak, but deliberately let out the powerful aura of a longtime Alpha, trying to intimidate me.
The tactic might work on others, but not on me.
“Alpha Silas,” I began, my voice clear and sharp, “you look like such a respectable elder. What a shame your actions are so disgustingly sneaky.”
My blunt words hit him like a slap, more disrespectful than anything Calvin had said.
Alpha Silas’s face twisted with anger. “Miss Blackwell, watch your mouth.”
His reaction made me want to laugh. “I believe in talking to each person based on what they do,” I replied coolly.
“And based on your dirty trick of drugging me behind closed doors, you don’t deserve my respect,” I continued. “Anyone would think you’re some common criminal, drugging guests at your own party. You’re lucky I haven’t called the Alpha Council yet. That’s the only kindness you’re getting from me.”
The disgust in my voice was obvious.
“How dare you!” Alpha Silas shouted, his face turning deep red as he slammed his cane on the floor hard enough to echo through the hallway.
“Alpha Silas, this isn’t the medieval times,” I laughed mockingly. “Just because you’re old doesn’t mean you can act like some feudal lord. If I wasn’t worried about breaking a hip on someone your age, we’d be doing more than just talking right now.”
As soon as I said that, Alpha Silas’s security stepped forward threateningly.
His breathing got heavy, fury radiating from him as he glared at me like he wanted to kill me.
Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Calvin’s mouth curve into a small, appreciative smile as I confronted Alpha Silas. The way he stood beside me silently said he was protecting me.
Seeing the Brownfur pack members moving forward, Calvin nodded slightly to his own men. Immediately, the Bloodbane Pack men formed a protective circle around us, facing off with Alpha Silas’s men. The tension in the hallway got thick.
“Miss Blackwell, serious accusations need proof,” Alpha Silas snarled, barely containing his rage.
“For all we know, you might have snuck into my grandson’s room yourself, wanting him for yourself.”
Calvin’s eyes got dark and dangerous at the insult, the air around us seeming to get colder from how angry he was.
“Alpha Silas,” Calvin’s voice was deadly quiet, “you’re the one who should watch your words.”
“You may be retired, but if I find proof of what I think happened, I’ll make sure there are consequences, even if I have to dig you out of your grave.”
The threat in Calvin’s words was clear.
“Apologize now,” Calvin continued coldly. “It’s better than having your reputation destroyed and being forced to apologize later.”
“Don’t you agree, Alpha Silas?”
I tugged at Calvin’s sleeve, annoyed by his interference. “I can handle my own problems. Stop butting in.”
Calvin looked shocked by my rebuke.
Behind us, Leon pushed the door open fully, his face hard with anger.
“Enough!” he commanded, stepping into the tense standoff.