Pregnant I left him To His First Love novel Chapter 17

Chapter 17

Leila gasps in shock, clutching her chest at the pain that rips through her. Her head spins, feeling like it is ready to split open. The torture is emotional, mental, as well as physical.

He turned his back against her, he didn’t take her side, he doesn’t choose her yet again but she wants to hear him say it, she wants to hear the words from his lips, she wants to hear him say: ‘I believe you are a monster, a vindictive woman who hurt my true mate out of bitter jealousy.”

“Alpha,” she sobs silently, her eyes full of pain, every syllable laden with agony, “I know I am not above the law but do you believe I broke it?”

Tatum frowns, looking down at the pitiful Carmela gently resting in his arms before he turns his gaze upon Leila but before he can speak, Carmela cries out.

“My arm…..I can’t take it anymore, this pain is going to kill me,” she wails, seeing that the cold look in Alpha Tatum’s eyes was morphing into a pitiful one as he looked at Leila.

“Stay here till I return, I will see to this matter myself,,” Tatum replies to Leila in a calm voice.

“To what end?” Adaline cries out in an angry tone.

“The law is the law. Any act of violence carried out against a pack member out of malice must be done to the culprit themselves, to the same extent of damage. I’m calling the warriors to drag her to the cells to break her wrist just like she broke Carmi’s.”

“No,” Tatum replies curtly. “Luna’s punishment can only be extended by the Alpha, meaning, me…AFTER due process. She is still my Luna, how would it look if I detain her?”

He really leaves her no room to nurture even some false hope.

Leila purses her lips and she wishes her tears would stop but they just cannot. Everytime Tatum opens his mouth, a fresh gust of pain wrecks her heart and there is nothing she can do to stop it.

She is helpless to the feelings she has for him. What sort of lovel

when the truth is painfully smacking her in the face?

Even now, instead of accepting the reality before her, that her feelings never mattevesi, does not matter and will never matter to him, that old tiny part of her hot still years with hope that he will somehow be there for her, be for her and be with her.

“There is no need for any due process!,” Adaline snarls. “I saw it with my own eyes, I saw her snapping Carmela’s wrist. She is guilty and must be punished.”

Darren comes to Adaline with a sullen look: “You were once a Luna yourself, Adaline, support your son, AND the law.”