Pregnant I left him To His First Love by Collins Patrick

Chapter 20

"I'll come with you, just give me a few minutes," She replies calmly.

Clayton's eyes scan the room, seeing the packed boxes. 'She knows her jig is up and is trying to escape, I'll fucking deal with her.'

"You have five minutes and I'm not letting you out of my sight," he replies in a curt tone.

Leila rushes to stuff the rest of her box and then she goes to her dresser and pulls out a paper folder containing the divorce papers from the bottom shelf. Tiny teardrops soil the folder and Leila sniffs back her tears, clamping her fingers hard around the folder before she takes another very deep breath.

She takes one last look around her room, knowing this is the last time she will ever be here.

"Take her to the van," Clayton says to his men as she walks towards them.

Leila shakes her head.

"Not yet," she replies, walking like a soulless wraith past Clayton and heads to Tatum's study but Clayton follows her like her shadow, not letting her out of his sight.

on the folder as Leila drops it on his

"We can leave now."

her

"I'm right behind you."

Leila just dropped and he picks it up, staring at it suspiciously. It is clearly addressed to the Alpha, could it be a

used his access to Alpha Tatum's office as the head warrior of the pack to get the seal for Leila's arrest warrant without Alpha Tatum's knowledge and the Alpha cannot find out.

deal with Leila now and worry about the consequences later and there may be none, after all, he is acting in the best interests of everyone by

and every hair follicle on her skin standing with rapt attention, her vision clouded by nothing but the dark abyss she sits in, the sounds of mice squeaking and the

been a few hours since they threw her in this dark,

to the cells before but every child born in the blood oak pack has heard stories about the torture chamber, reserved for the most

crawling back on her butt until her

on, bringing some warmth to the cell, clutched in his arms is a six tip whip and the dangerous look in his cold eyes sends his

feet, her eyes going agape. "A whip? But she only suffered a

a threat to life. You're lucky I'm giving you ten lashes and not breaking all your joints," Clayton retorts coldly. "Now turn around and

Carmi's wrist, so the same should be done to me," Leila replies defiantly but her