Pregnant I left him To His First Love by Collins Patrick

Chapter 11

Chapter 11

A nervous pit settles in Leila's stomach as she reads through the divorce papers, shaking her feet under the table. She stuffs it back into her bag, frowning at the other item in there, the test result of her pregnancy One of them will be in the Alpha's hands tonight.

She picks up the cold glass of freshly squeezed orange juice from the gold plated table of the restaurant's VIP section where she is sitting and as she sips, her eyes scan the space and she can see the eyes leering at her.

In a VIP section with ten tables that can sit up to forty guests, she is the only one sitting there. Tatum either booked the whole place out for their surprise date night or the pack members who can afford it are just avoiding her as usual

Taturn has barely said two words to her since their argument about Kelvin, in fact, she barely sees him. He leaves the house very early in the morning and returns far into the night, heavily reeking of Carmela's smell but Leila doesn't dare to complain, she is quickly getting used to being the second woman in her marriage.

She almost tore the beautiful black sequin dress she's wearing right now when his driver brought it to her but the little note attached to it was in Tatum's handwriting, meaning he bought the dress himself.

[For my sweet pea, let's have a date tonight.]

returned and even if Tatum does spend time with her, she is still the one in his house, still

there's still hope for her in all

her eyes snap to the entrance and her heart thuds like the

is wearing just a casual blue jeans and a black slim fitted short sleeve shirt, his sexiness and seductive aura is on full throttle as every she wolf in the hall turns their gaze to him, filling Leila with a deep sense of

this date night?' Leila muses as Tatum makes

if it is a divorce, I'll run out

heart races even

paleness of his eyes and the dark bags beneath them worry her. He hasn't been sleeping and obviously looks

and rest, you look a mess," Leila says in a low and cautious

and smirks amusingly at her, his pale

a mess, then my Luna is doing a bad job of taking care of

and whispers, his voice soft and hoarse at the same

her lips and almost rolling her eyes. How can she

better job," she replies and bows her head in a stoic