Pregnant I left him To His First Love by Collins Patrick

Chapter 65

Chapter

65

The night was eerie and dark, the hoots of the owls sounding through the dense forest path, the trees hummed a melodic yet scary hum until the forest's rhythm was broken by the loud painful grunt of a man.

Dry blood coated every inch of his skin like a tattoo even as crimson red liquid spilled out of a wound from his torso, running down his legs who despite their tiredness refused to stop running.

It was Tatum and securely clutched in his arms a pouch and in it

Was was a young sprout of the dry scorpion lily.

Getting it wasn't easy but it was worth it.

Getting into the enemy pack and securing the herb was the easy part but because of how rare they are, they had the place boobie trapped and he was struck by a poisoned spear whose wounds he can't seem to heal from even after days on the road.

enemies were still hot on his heels after a fierce one to many battle as he was escaping that saw him sustain multiple injuries and

of an old cottage, a short distance from

man with huge transparent goggles stood in front of him, eyes curt yet full

had barely said when Tatum collapsed on

eyes, a pungent smell filled his

cleaned and he could see green

the profession to dive

as he sat up, his eyes darting to the little test tube

"Is it ready yet?"

lay back and let those herbs properly soak up the toxins from your wound. If you had gotten here even just a minute late, the blood oak pack would have been without an Alpha." "I'm fine," Tatum replied but hearing that

was like to truly be afraid of death for he desperately wanted to live, not because he valued his own life so much but because in that moment, Leila came

as he realised he truly did not want Leila to leave him, not because of Carmela, not

determination Alpha or is it the love you have for your Luna?" Alfred asks rhetorically, dipping the base of the tube

feeling he has? Does he

of being without her increasingly discomforts him

doesn't love him, she made that clear