Pregnant I left him To His First Love by Collins Patrick

"Fuck-"

Before the rogue can say the words, his head rolls to Leila's feet, his bodiless eyes mirroring the shock Leila has in her own eyes as her heart leaps.

How did the mysterious man move so fast? How is he moving so fast without shifting, she cannot even see him, only the blur of his white attire as he tears through the remaining three.

She hears their screams being cut short before their bodies drop to the ground, headless and lifeless.

"Fuck, fucking bastards!" The mysterious man yells.

"Shit, I can't believe they got fucking blood on my sleeve, not on the fucking sleeves, you idiots," he kicks one of the men on the ground before suddenly turning to Leila as if just becoming aware of her presence.

"Oh...fuck, I'm doing it again aren't I? You see, I can't stand the blood, not on me," he says, sneering at the dead bodies.

"Who are you?" Leila asks in a cautious tone.

She should be running away from a man who just easily decapitated four men without shifting into his wolf and then complains about the blood staining him, those are the marks of a psychotic killer but rather her feet pull her towards him. "Who am I?"

The man replies, extending one of his claws to slice off the lower part of his sleeve where the blood stained and then repeats the movement on the second sleeve with such precision and accuracy that his shortened sleeves both look identical and like the work of a fashion designer.

He is strange indeed.

you not? I can tell from your aura," Leila says, pulling off his jacket and

takes his jacket and her hand with it and stares deep into her eyes, like he is looking into

I thought you were beautiful but goddess, seeing you now, I believe you're the only

she pulls her hand away. "What

you reject your

Look, thank you for saving me but I should get going," Leila replies, feeling uneasy and turning

mate," he says as Leila begins to walk away and she

clear in her

my fated mate, her name was Micheala, she was everything to me, the stoke to my fire. So

would find another one, to love me as my dead mate did, to guide my unsteady head

other night since, you come to me in my dream, beautiful as

her chest. She should really get going. She

She thought both wolves would already have to be rejected or one or both of them having

have to believe

calm and

light as

"I can-"

see it as my excuse to hold you in my arms as I've always dreamed of