The Disdained Luna Who Rose Alone-Chapter 53 Want to Stay with Mom?

Evelyn’s POV

The sunset painted amusement Park orange and gold. Alexis laughed in her stroller while Rowan pushed her along. Rhys still bounced between rides, full of energy after our whole day here.

We’d done everything—the carousel that made Alexis squeal, the mini train around the park, even the water area where the boys got soaked despite my warnings. Exhausting, but seeing them happy was worth it.

Irina showed up with Nathan,Julian was stuck in meetings at the hotel.

Watching all the kids play together, I couldn’t help smiling. My boys hadn’t looked this happy in ages.

"The Viking ship was the best!" Rhys yelled, swinging his arms. "I wasn’t scared!"

"You screamed the loudest," Rowan teased, messing up his brother’s hair.

"Did not!" Rhys grinned.

"Bumper cars were cool too," Nathan jumped in before the brothers could fight. "Let’s try the big coaster next time."

"Only if your mom rides with us," I said to Irina.

"No way. I’ll hold the bags and take pictures," she laughed, making the kids giggle.

We said goodbye to Irina and Nathan at the entrance. I got the kids into the car, strapping Alexis in while the boys climbed in beside her.

Just as I sat down, Jackson called.

"Hey," I kept my voice light for the kids.

"They released Clara," Jackson sounded angry. "The Alpha Council let her go an hour ago. Alpha Calvin got her a lawyer, paid bail, everything."

My hands tightened on the wheel. After the poison, the lies—Clara was free. Because Calvin made it happen.

All my evidence meant nothing when Calvin Wolfe stepped in.

"I see," I said carefully, feeling the kids watching from the back. "Keep me posted."

I hung up and took a breath to calm down. I was furious.After all this time, Calvin still chose Clara over me and our children’s safety. That hurt more than I wanted to admit.

Driving home, I started planning. If Calvin would use his power to protect Clara, I needed to be smarter. This was about keeping my kids safe now.

In the mirror, I saw Rhys and Alexis asleep. Only Rowan was awake, watching me.

"Mom?" he whispered. "Aren’t we going to Dad’s?"

"No, baby. You and Rhys are staying with me and Alexis tonight."

His face lit up, then fell. "What about Dad? Is he coming too?"

That innocent question hurt. He still wanted us all together.

I pulled over and turned around, taking his hand.

"Rowan," I said softly, "your father and I aren’t together anymore. You and Rhys have been living with him, but now you’ll stay with me and Alexis. Is that okay?"

I watched understanding cross his face. My smart boy who saw too much.

"I know," he whispered. "You’re divorced. You’re not mates anymore. Like Jimmy’s parents at school. Jimmy lives with his dad but sees his mom a lot."

I squeezed his hand. "That’s right. You can call or video chat with your father anytime. Visit him too. I’ll never stop you from seeing him."

He studied my face. "Mom, can’t you and Dad be together again? Like before?"

Before. That word brought back everything I’d tried to forget.

Our life wasn’t the fairy tale Rowan imagined.While Calvin ran his Pack and company,I played Luna under Diana’s judging eyes. I remembered the whispers—how I wasn’t good enough, how being an Omega made me weak, even though I was the Norse Pack Alpha’s daughter.

Calvin never defended me. In public, he was cold and distant, treating me more like an obligation than a mate. But at night...at night he was different.Passionate, demanding, possessive. Those nights were the only times I felt any connection to him at all, the only times I could pretend what we had was real.He was two men in one body.The public Calvin was the Alpha, businessman, leader.The private one marked me over and over.

Looking at Rowan now, I couldn’t lie to him. "Your father and I have separate lives now. But that doesn’t mean we love you and Rhys any less. You’ll always be the most important people in our lives."

He nodded slowly, processing my words. "Will you marry someone else, Mom? Like a different Alpha?"

The question caught me off guard, but I got it.I knew about mixed Pack families. Step-parents playing favorites, kids not getting equal love.

"No," I said firmly. "Just you, me, Rhys, and Alexis. Would you like that?"

I paused before adding, "Rowan, if I could give you and Rhys a better life, would you come? Have you thought about being an Alpha yourself?"

His eyes went wide. "Like Dad?"

"Yes." I nodded. "I could take back the Norse Pack from your father. They belong to our bloodline. You and Rhys could lead our Pack someday."

Rowan’s young face turned serious. "Mom, I... I don’t know. Dad says being Alpha is hard."

I wished I hadn’t pushed him. He was just a kid, Alpha blood or not.

"You’re right," I said, stroking his hair. "You have time to decide. I just want you to know you have choices."

He nodded, looking relieved. I started driving again, watching in the mirror as Rowan fell asleep next to his siblings.

At home, I got the kids bathed, fed, and into bed easily. The boys were worn out from the park, and Alexis cuddled her stuffed wolf while I sang her to sleep.

I knew Calvin would call. He wouldn’t just accept his sons not coming home. Right on cue, as I sat down with my wine, the phone rang.

I looked at it, thinking. Fighting never worked with Calvin. He was too stubborn, too used to winning. Maybe I needed a new approach.

"I told you," I said softly when I answered. "If you protect her, the kids stay with me."

"I don’t agree," Calvin’s deep voice still made me shiver, even now.

I kept my voice gentle. "Calvin, you can’t keep hurting me like this."

I heard his breath catch slightly at my change in tone. We’d been nothing but cold or combative with each other since our separation. This was the first time either of us had lowered our defenses, even momentarily.

A tiny pause. "When have I ever hurt you?"

The question almost made me laugh. When hadn’t he hurt me? From day one, I’d been just a vessel for his heir, a decoration at Pack events, a body in his bed.

But I couldn’t say that if I wanted him to listen.

Instead, I remembered when things were different. After the twins, Calvin changed for a while. He came home early, took fewer trips. He’d dry my hair, eat with me, help with the babies. Sometimes he’d whisper sweet things, making me hope.

But it didn’t last. He went back to being cold and distant. I’d wake up to find his side of the bed empty, like he was never there.

After the long silence, he spoke first.

"Why so quiet?" Calvin’s voice was rough.

I saw the crack in his shield and took my chance. Fighting wouldn’t work with Calvin, but maybe reaching for whatever feelings he had left would.

I looked at the dark sky, thinking."Remember when the twins were three? Your mother took them from me, wouldn’t let me see them."