Pregnant I left him To His First Love by Collins Patrick

Chapter 167

It comforted and shattered his heart at the same time but it also made him glad that the sacrifices he made to bring Leila back were at least worth something, even if they have cost him the only thing he truly desires, a life with her.

What he felt that day was nothing compared to whatever sorcery Carmela had tried to trick him with.

Leila's smell was the only thing that filled his nostrils, his desire for her was the strongest it had ever been. His wolf howled in joy like never before, his own joy knew no bounds and so did his hatred for Carmela.

He had to act like he did not feel a thing in front of Leila when he wanted nothing more that day than to claim her right there and then but giving her the revenge she deserves is more important than whatever feelings he or his wolf has.

If only there was something he could do to show her how sorry he is that he cost her their child, anything to pacify this hatred that she has for him. He would give everything to just see her smile at him one more time.

She doesn't even want to see his dying father. The Leila he knew would agree to grant a dying man's wish, has he really pushed her that far over the edge?

Is her heart now so cold she really doesn't care for him or anything concerning him anymore?

there really no warmth, not even the slightest of

move," Leila growls, a mean

pain. "Just see him, I won't

I'm dead to him as I am to you and I'm tired of you always coming up to me like this. Seeing you repulses me, it makes me want to vomit, I hate you Tatum, I really really hate you,

heart clenches with pain, so deep and strong that he can feel

"My sweet p-"

you dare....." Leila

made me look like a fool, or when you threw me to the mob like a

is poisonous, so if you like yourself, stay clear of my path or stay in

Tatum growls, grabs and shoves her against the door, his resolve breaking as he locks his forehead against hers and pins her head to the

to me," his voice drops to the lowest as Leila writhes fruitlessly in

me like this...like

her skin, her intoxicating smell draining him of restraint, his gaze dips

body stiff but her lips respond, then suddenly, she bites down on his lip, at the same time