The Disdained Luna Who Rose Alone-Chapter 24 The Custody Battle

Calvin’s POV

"Alpha, there’s an attorney here to see you."

Learning that Evelyn was truly pursuing custody through legal channels made my mood darken considerably. Cold fury settled in my eyes as I analyzed the situation, my mind already calculating several moves ahead.

My fingers, which had broken that pen earlier, formed a loose fist as I tapped the desk, breaking the silence that had fallen over my office.

I turned to Zeon, my Beta. "Do I need to spell it out for you? And get that trending story removed immediately. It’s garbage. I don’t want to see anything like it again."

"Right away, Alpha!" Zeon’s mind-link projected his anxiety as he hurried to follow orders.

I leaned back in my chair, my gaze falling on the family portrait on my desk - taken the year the twins were born. Six years it had sat there, never moved.

My expression revealed nothing of the turmoil beneath. Cyra was restless, pacing within me, unsettled by the threat to our family structure, to our pups.

Evelyn’s POV

I had just returned from meeting with the attorney, dressed in a simple but elegant white silk dress paired with silver heels. My hair fell in loose waves around my shoulders.

As I stepped out of the car, I noticed a familiar black Maybach parked outside my home. There was no driver visible, and the partition between front and back seats was raised, making it impossible to see if anyone was inside.

My heart rate quickened slightly. Was it Calvin, coming to discuss custody of our children?

I didn’t approach the car immediately. My phone vibrated in my hand, and when I saw the caller ID, my expression softened instinctively.

"Gary, when are you coming back?" I asked, my voice lighter than it had been all day. As my former lab junior and now a key researcher at Evelink Biosciences, Gary was one of the few pack members I truly trusted. "You said that last time too. Both Alexis and I miss you."

I headed into my house, unaware of the tinted window in the back seat lowering just enough for someone to observe my every move.

After my shower that evening, I looked down from my balcony and noticed the black Maybach was gone.

I stared at the starless night sky, my mind racing with thoughts of the coming custody battle.

My lawyer had suggested approaching this from the children’s perspective. The Bloodbane Pack’s influence stretched across all of Ravenshade territory - their power was absolute in every Alpha Council decision.

Calvin had only Rowan and Rhys, while I had Alexis. My lawyer explained that the Alpha Council typically ruled against parents who had children from other relationships. Since no one knew Alexis was also Calvin’s daughter, this worked against me. Even worse, Rhys, being so devoted to his father’s approval, would never choose to come with me. At best, my lawyer said, I might only be able to take one child.

But if the boys chose to stay with me firmly enough...

My eyes darkened at the thought.

If they preferred their father, I would ensure they had a future without complications. Like ensuring Calvin could never father more children with that woman,a permanent solution.

This custody battle would end with one of us losing everything.

The following afternoon, I arrived at the Ravenshade Academy gates. The school was exclusive to pureblood werewolf children, particularly those from Alpha and Beta bloodlines. Only to find Clara and Calvin already there. The temperature seemed to drop as his eyes found me, but I quickly turned my attention toward the school entrance before our gazes could lock.

I made sure I looked my best today. My golden hair fell in waves over my shoulders, shining in the light. My green eyes, bright and clear.

I may be a wolfless Omega, but my heritage spoke for itself. As the daughter of the Norse Pack’s Alpha, our name commanded respect.

Even now, despite what others say about me, I still carry my pack’s pride.I hold myself with grace and dignity.

I could feel Calvin’s intense stare. Clara noticed too, quickly interrupting, "Alpha, the children are coming out."

In the distance, I saw Rowan holding Rhys’s hand as they exited the building. They spotted Calvin immediately and began rushing toward him.

"Daddy!" they called out.

I wasn’t standing far from Calvin. Rowan spotted me and his eyes lit up with joy. He tugged his brother along as he ran toward me instead, his steps quickening with excitement.

"Mom! Why are you here?" he asked, beaming up at me.

I pulled Rowan into my arms, deliberately ignoring Rhys. "Mommy came to pick you up from school. Don’t you like that?"

Rowan shook his head then nodded, embarrassed. "I like it. I like it when Mom picks me up, very much!"

I smiled and stroked his head affectionately. Beside us, Rhys pressed his lips together stubbornly, his face full of hurt and disappointment.

Rowan peered around me, looking for his sister. "Mom, didn’t Alexis come?"

"She’s at home," I explained. "Aunt Astrid and I bought lots of new toys for you. Do you want to come home with me?"

"Yes!" Rowan replied immediately.

Rhys’s eyes began to redden with unshed tears as he waited for an invitation that never came.

I took Rowan’s hand and prepared to leave when he asked, "Mom, isn’t Rhys coming with us?"

Rhys looked up at me hopefully.

"He doesn’t need to," I replied coldly.

Rowan hesitated. "But I want to have dinner with both Rhys and Alexis. Mom, can we bring him too, please?"

Meeting Rowan’s pleading eyes,I found it difficult to refuse."Ask him what he wants."

Rhys turned away defiantly. "I don’t want to go."

I could sense his distress. He wanted me to ask him directly, but I couldn’t bring myself to do it. The moon goddess knew how much it hurt me to treat my own son this way, but this was the only path forward now.

Just then, a cold, commanding voice came from behind us.

"Rowan. Rhys."

Calvin’s POV

"Rowan. Rhys," I called out, my voice carrying the natural authority of an Alpha.

All three turned to look at me. The similarity between Evelyn and our sons was striking，the same expressive eyes, the same determined set of the jaw.

My chest tightened at the sight.

Clara held up a gift box, her voice overly sweet. "Boys, Auntie Clara brought your favorite cupcakes!"

"Thank you, Miss Clara," Rowan replied politely,"but we don’t like cupcakes anymore."

Clara’s expression faltered. "Oh, I’ll bring something else next time."

I could hear the whispers around us, everyone guessing which woman was my mate and which was the mistress. The thought was almost funny. One look from me was enough to silence the crowd.

"Where are you taking him?" I asked Evelyn.

She stood there calmly, holding Rowan’s hand. "You said I could see the children anytime. Today I want to take Rowan home for dinner. I’ll bring him back afterward."

"Not today," I replied firmly.

Clara smiled triumphantly beside me. "Ms. Blackwell, Calvin is taking the boys to dinner at my Packhouse today. Please return our child."

Evelyn suddenly laughed. "Return?"

Her smile vanished, replaced by a steely glare. "You can play stepmother after you’ve officially entered the Bloodbane Pack, not before."

Her words struck a nerve.

"Evelyn," I growled, "can’t you be civil about this?"

I saw the flash of anger in her eyes, though her face remained composed.

She ignored both Clara’s triumphant smirk and my glowering expression, turning to Rowan instead.

"Rowan, do you want to go to Clara’s house with your father, or come home with me and see your sister?"

"With you," Rowan answered without hesitation.

Rhys walked closer, clearly hoping for an invitation that didn’t come.

"You heard him," Evelyn said to me. "He wants to come with me."

Rowan looked up at me. "Dad, you always tell us to express our true feelings," he said earnestly. "I want to have dinner with Mom and Alexis."

He squeezed Evelyn’s hand and added, "But Rhys and I still love you very much, don’t be jealous."

My son’s words so innocent yet so perceptive,caught me off guard.

I looked directly into Evelyn’s eyes, searching for... something. But she avoided my gaze, looking only at our son.

A strange pressure built in my chest—not anger, something deeper and more painful.

"Fine," I conceded after a moment of silence.