Pregnant I left him To His First Love by Collins Patrick

Chapter 199

"What do you mean by 'I have to be searched?' Have you forgotten who you are talking to?" Carmela eyes the guard at the holding prison her father is being kept in with contempt. The man remains stoic in front of her, eyes curt and gaze ahead, legs shoulder width apart with his hands crossed behind his back.

"You are the daughter of a man accused of murder and if you want to go in to see him, we must make sure you have nothing of consequence on you," he replies sternly.

She glares at him. "You scum, so you want to put your hands on the Alpha's fiancée? Do you have a death wish?"

"I'll be the one searching you."

A familiar female voice reaches Carmela's ear before Tracy steps out, eyes cold as frost.

Carmela is taken back to see her, evident from the look of surprise in Carmela's eyes.

"What is the meaning of this Tracy? You should know better, I'm your friend."

"May the goddess take your tongue for calling me that," Tracy snaps. "You don't know the meaning of that word."

"That is no way to address your Luna but I'll let it slide, it's obvious you're still annoyed I missed your child's first year birthday party," Carmela replies dismissively, rolling her eyes at the guard. "Get out of my way."

Tracy scoffs. "Delusional...that's what you are not the fucking Luna. By the way, my child, whose birthday party you didn't attend, died four months ago. Did you even know, my friend?"

Carmela's eyes but

sorry for

your bag on the table, stand against the wall, hold your hands above your head and keep them there or you can get

grits her teeth, eyeing

for this," she says, proceeding to

Tracy backs away from her. "You may go in without your bag and Carmela, I sincerely hope your father is found guilty and that he rots in jail." "Tell me you are here to get me out," Trent stands to his feet when he sees Carmela walk to his

father, I'm here so we can discuss our next line of action," Carmela replies, keeping her head down to avoid

scoffs and then

tell you what the next line of action is. You fucking call Tatum, get him to

and clear those

We'll find another way to deal with that

family."

slowly raises her head to look

of action, Tatum won't do that," she says in a sullen tone, her chest rising and falling slowly, knowing

growls, charges towards the bar, grabs her hair through the opening and shoves her face against it, staring

did you just

away from him, some parts of her hair

have one job, one. Keep Tatum under your thumb and between your thighs, how hard could that fucking