Pregnant I left him To His First Love by Collins Patrick

Chapter 124

Chapter 124

"Guards.. anyone... anyone there?" Leila hutters weakly, crawling on her knees and holding on the steel bars that keep tier imprisoned.

Her hair dry and tattered, her clothes torn, her finger and toes wounded from her hungry cell mates, the mice, nibbling on them..

She cannot even fight them off anymore, she just lays there and lets them feast on her while she feasts on her thoughts of regret.

Is this really how she is going to die? With a child inside her?

Her wounds are healing slower now, her pup's energy must be drain J, she can still feel it, barely......

Even if Tatum cannot find the mate bond, this fake one, even if he has been tricked to believe Carmela is the one, what about his child? The heir he so proudly announced to the world.

What about his constant promise to her that he will never let her go?

She breaks down against the steel bar, her heart clenching in pain, a bitter sorrow filling her deep eyes that have now lost its bright beautiful blue hue, tears simmer down her face and she is thirsty, so thirsty that she runs her index finger up her cheek to wet her finger with her tears and inserts the finger in her mouth to at least try and quench her thirst.

a dagger was lodged into her and left inside her gut. She winces and lies flat on her back, four days without food or water and constant

flash of light passes the front of her cell and she somehow finds the strength to

down her cheek, the pain in her stomach squeezing her guts like it is going to kill her and her baby

need water, I need food,"

ear and she can perceive a sweet aroma that accompanies it, her stomach growls and

blinding her with the rays of his

at you," he shakes his head in pity. "I always used to admire you from a distance, used to think what it would be like to have

she does not have the strength to show it. She just stays silent

your death must be a public spectacle but before I give you

too weak to do anything," Leila

camera and you'll get to eat. I am a bitch, a wolfless mutt, an impostor and an usurper." Leila moves her hand away from the bar in shock and disgust,

and she feels the gentle kick of her child for the first

at

pride and dignity compared to

am a bitch, a wolfless mutt, an impostor and an usurper," Leila recounts weakly in humiliation, shame enveloping her and she cries, feeling dejected but it is fine, as long as she can get food to sustain her child. She loves it with all of her heart

he doesn't stretch the plate towards