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.

pulling off his jacket and stretching it towards him. "Does our

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

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

in confusion and she pulls her hand away. "What

you reject your

what? Look, thank you for saving me but I should get going,"

chance mate," he says as Leila begins to walk away

asks, confusion clear

lost my fated mate, her name was Micheala, she was everything to me, the stoke to

would find another one, to love me as my dead

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

squints at him and scoffs, a foreboding feeling growing in her chest. She should really get going. She hasn't even rejected Tatum yet

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

have to believe

calm and confident tone and without warning, scoops Leila

light as

"I can-"

you in my arms as I've always dreamed of or as my reward