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.

on his heels after a fierce one to many battle as

on the door of an old cottage, a short distance from his pack borders, heaving with ragged breaths, his

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

when Tatum collapsed on

a pungent

body had been cleaned and

renowned medical practitioner who quit the profession to dive into the herbal and

his eyes darting to the little test

"Is it ready yet?"

minute late, the blood oak pack would have been without an Alpha." "I'm fine," Tatum

because in that moment, Leila came to

have all been a product of his imagination but he found renewed strength as he realised he truly did not want Leila to leave him, not because of Carmela, not because of his pack members

have for your Luna?" Alfred asks rhetorically,

the feeling he has? Does he love Leila? He just

the thought of being without her increasingly discomforts

love him, she made that clear enough and is making it so clear with her incessant demands for