Pregnant I left him To His First Love by Collins Patrick

Chapter 177

The truth about Amara is sure to cheer his old sick heart up but what if she tells him and Tatum finds out from him, that could ruin all her plans.

Before she can decide, Darren's grip tightens around her hand and his deep sad eyes look up at hers.

"Forgive him, he was naive. This pack needs you. Forgive us," his voice dry and weak.

Forgiveness? After all they made her go through?

How does she even forgive them?

What does she even forgive?

Where does she start from?

The torture, the torment, the abuse? Or perhaps the beating, the neglect, the humiliation, starvation?

He doesn't need to know that she is not capable of forgiving them, so she holds his hands and smiles down at him. "Do not worry about me father, I will do the right thing."

Darren coughs violently and blood spills out of his mouth. "Will you take him back if he comes to

her heart breaking for him. She will never accept Tatum back into

now and I will find a way to help you get better," she replies, putting her

more time with him, she cannot

racing hard as she waits for Tatum to come to

down the corridor, she quickly lines the entrance with the white powder before she goes to sit

gown

and immediately he crosses over the white powder, something shifts in the air and his eyes turn red as they snap to Carmela with a hunger she has never seen in them

thin air and she slowly parts her legs, keeping them on her toes as

as he walks towards her like a zombie, practically drooling, his

is going insane

he sees who is in front of him and knows she is not who he desires, he rips his shirt off his feet moving

a scent, Leila's scent.

shifts from shallow to deep, ragged all the time, his body tense, his cock throbbing. "Mate, my mate,” his wolf's voice blends with his in a silent growl as he rushes down

to him and pulls him against the wall, crashing her lips into his and massaging his cock

whispers into his lips as he throbs in her hands. "I'm mate, it's me