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Pregnant I left him To His First Love by Collins Patrick

Chapter 159
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Why did she kiss him? She shouldn't have kissed him. She just thought that would be enough to convince him but he still rejected her. Now things are going to be awkward between them, she might even lose him as a friend. "Goodnight," She says to Kelvin as she shuts the car door and Kelvin nods gently, a wry look in his eyes as he drives away.

She insisted he carry on with the work he wanted to do.

She turns to go inside but decides to go for a walk in the woods instead, maybe let her wolf run a little. Her head is a mess of thoughts, her heart compounded with so many emotions.

The road ahead of her is long and arduous and Kelvin is the only one she knows will have her back no matter what but after tonight, she doesn't know if she can face him again.

But he promised to talk about it after everything so maybe she should calm down, try to act normal around him and see what happens.

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They might get through this and even cout better.

"Now what's a little stray like you doing roaming in our woods?" She hears a hoarse voice from the thickets between which she's walking and she tenses, turns on her heels immediately and her wolf comes to the front of her mind, ready to take charge whenever.

"The stray is dangerous and she bites, I'll back off if I were you," Leila replies as her eyes scan the area, straining her nostrils and she can smell them, rogues.

Was this why Tatum said things had changed and he needed to protect them? Rogues within the borders of the pack? Since when have they becso incompetent.

She opens her midlink to Kelvin but it doesn't work.

Strange.

Her only other option is Tatum and as much as she hates it, she mindlinks him but the result is the same. What is going on? Are the rogues doing something to stop her from mindlinking? A wicked cackle from one of the rogues fills the air, blending with the soft night wind, the crescent moon standing above, poorly lighting the night as two of them emerge behind her.

She turns and another two also appear behind her and she stands sideways to catch the sight of all four, her heart slowly beginning to pound, she doesn't know if she can take on all four of them by herself.

"It's the old Luna of this pack, let's take her alive, she'll be worth a fortune of a ransom," one of the rogues says as he rubs his palms together, licking his lips, his eyes full of greed and lust.

"You are right my friend, she is worth a fortune but a ransom? Now I can't let you do that," A deep velvety voice fills the air. It has a melody to it, cold yet soft.

"Who the fuck are you?" One of the rogues ask and Leila turns to see a man standing right behind her, she did not even sense him cout and he has no smell or has concealed it.

He's wearing a pristine white suit, eyes dark and deep like they are sucking Leila's soul out of her, his hair laid back and weaved into a ponytail behind, lean, tall and has the face of an angel and his aura. it's nothing like she has ever felt before, merely standing beside him makes her feel suffocated by it, it is strong and very powerful.

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Is he with them or with her? Leila backs away slowly, ready and alert. She is already trapped but she will not go down without a fight.

The man smiles at her and removes his jacket, he holds it up and something inside Leila shifts, almost like there is a silent command in his action for her to ccloser to him, a promise that he is not the enemy and she allows him cover her with the jacket, unable to look away from his dark bottomless eyes, the danger around her becoming non existent.

Who is he? Why does she suddenly feel so safe with him?

She cannot feel an ounce of fear. It is like the emotion itself is not within! e her, not like she doesn't want to feel it.

"You look even better in person, kitten," he says in that deep, melodic, baritone voice, the words ralling off ve his tongue as coquettish as coquettish can be. Kitten? Even better in person? Where does he know her from? She has never seen him before, if she has, she will know, he does not look like the type of man one easily forgets.

"Now boys, I'm going to give you two

options," the man holds two fingers up as his attention shifts to the shifts to the m rogues, "apologize to the lady and fuek off or do the opposite and I fuck you up. Your choice."