Pregnant I left him To His First Love novel Chapter 202

“Good night Mama,” Amara says, kissing Leila’s cheeks before she lies on the bed and Leila puts a blanket over her when she gets home that night.

She got Tristan some supplies and they discussed at length about how Tristan could help her prove her innocence with what he knows.

She always knew Amara was special but not this special, a werewolf and a sorceress.

She doesn’t know why two goddesses would decide to go against the laws of nature, the very laws of creation to bless a child, her child with both their powers and the fact that Amara now has to live with the knowledge and burden of that from such a young age worries her.

What kind of powers would Amara have? Will it corrupt her like she has heard happen to many sorcerers and sorceresses? And that magical aura around her wolf? Does it grant her wolf some special kind of power or is it just the mere presence of the magic within her?

There are so many questions she has that have no answers and many of those answers can only be gotten as Amara grows older and begins to discover and understand her powers.

She shuts the door to Amara’s room and leaves, walking down the corridor when Kelvin appears, a placid look on his face.

“I heard you were searching the entire globe for me,” Kelvin says, the placid look on his face lighting up slightly with a small smile.

Leila frowns at him, scrunching her nose. “It was the most important day of mom’s hearing, where the hell were you?”

“I’m here now and everything went according to plan. It was an emergency, I had to leave. Is there any food in this house? I’m famished,” Kelvin replies dismissively and he yawns.

“Sure,” Leila points ahead and walks behind him as he turns towards the kitchen.

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Days pass and life is gradually winding down for Leila and her family. Tatum hasn’t shown his face since the day he almost got into it with the Lycan king; neither has Leila heard from Antonio as well.

Amara looks fully healed, her mom is free and Kelvin visits more often than he has been in the last few days with the case and all, everything is going back to normal.

“Leila, after Trent’s trial, what next? Are we going to remain in this pack?” Liana asks, running her fingers through Leila’s hair as she prepares to braid it.

Leila stares at the space on the floor between her legs where she is sitting on a small stool in front of her mother who is on a couch behind her, pondering on her mother’s questions.