Pregnant I left him To His First Love by Collins Patrick

Chapter 72

Chapter 72

Leits hears Tatum as he enters the house, his minty scent enveloping her nostrils, standing out from the smell of food brings comfort to her.

She has already finished cooking and has set the dining table but she is still in the kitchen, waiting for her strawberry cake to be ready for dessert "There must be a feast going on here, Theo says, stepping in behind Tatum, seeing the array of dishes laid out on the dining table.

Carmela comes down the stairs, wearing a skimpy red leather gown and red hot lipstick.

"Welcome Alpha," She hugs Tatum, just as Leila steps out of the kitchen to greet Tatum.

Tatum locks eyes with Leila and he sees how she looks away sullenly, vanishing back into the kitchen.

He pulls Carmela away from him, not saying a word and starts walking over to the kitchen.

He knows he has to set boundaries at this point but he can also not brush Carmela off completely. It was his selfish decision to choose Leila over the prophecy but Carmela doesn't have to suffer for it. However, he must put Leila first. She is carrying his child. She can not be upset for any reason, especially not because of him.

"Leila, I-"

her lips and shakes her head at him. "It's fine,

I don't want

sucking on his lips passionately. Tatum's eyes widen at

back hungrily, groping her ass and lifting her off the ground, her legs circling his waist and he groans in pleasure as Leila's tongue plunge into a mouth, engaging in a dance of

and that gladdens her heart. He came after her and is even trying to

even to her face if it was before, seeing him waste no time to follow her into

title, her pack, she will fight for all

her because of the prophecy but they cannot force Tatum to

still yearns for her wolf, the message still rings in

get the real mate mark from her wolf but to do that...how

in her mind and the pleasure coursing through her body both drowning out

it? Is she really going to sacrifice ever getting her wolf

he will never let her go, he chose her above the prophecy, above his fated mate, above the enduring future progress and prosperity of the pack, he chose her above it all. She may not be the phoenix Luna, she may not

In the rack

they choose each other, they are going to figure it

at her. "Keep kissing me like this sweet pes and I

into his mouth. This feeling.....nothing beats it. Being in his arms, feeling his hands all over her body, the passion in his voice, the desire in his

had in the past when they made out, his touch