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.

your aura," Leila says, pulling

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

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

and she pulls her hand away. "What are you

you reject your mate,

saving me but I should get going," Leila replies, feeling

says as Leila begins to

asks, confusion clear in her widened

she was everything to me, the stoke to my fire. So when I lost her, it shattered

love me as

to me in my dream, beautiful as a goddess, radiant as the sun and you whisper this word to me, right

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

one or both of them having dead mates before they can

to believe

your mate and see," he says in a calm and confident tone and without warning, scoops Leila in his arms, bridal

as a

"I can-"

can walk, see it as my excuse to hold you in my arms as I've always dreamed