Pregnant I left him To His First Love novel Chapter 204

Tatum’s wolf howls in pain as the bond snaps on his end and he almost falls over.

He has heard stories about the pain of rejection and the mate bond snapping but he never knew it was this intense.

The pain is greater than anything he has ever felt in his life before, the pain he felt from drinking concentrated wolfsbane poison that day is nothing compared to this……that pain was merely physical.

He can feel this pain on all levels, his body, his spirit, his soul, his wolf, everything fucking thing that makes him Tatum is drowned in it, his heart feels like it is being seared over furnance, at the same time being poked by red hot spears.

His entire body shudders with a strong and unbearable pain, from his head, through his spine to his toes but he keeps his face stoic, his gaze calm, not showing any iota of the pain and agony that is flooding every cell, every nerve, every fibre of his being.

“You can leave,” he says calmly.

“Accept it,” Leila says in a curt tone, watching him visibly struggle to rein in the pain.

Accept it?

If he does that, Leila is going to feel this exact same pain when the bond snaps on her end and he doesn’t want her to experience any kind of pain whatsoever, not ever again.

He cannot accept it, he will try to save her this pain but until he accepts it, his wolf is going to keep yearning for her and he will remain trapped, feeling this soul crushing pain, a sacrifice he is willing to make for her sake even if it is a selfish one.

“I’ll accept it when we finalise the divorce,” he says coldly, “now leave.”

“Tatum, acce—”

“I said leave!” He yells at her, his aura blazing hard and Leila grits her teeth, storming out of his office.

He staggers to the bar with rage in his steps as Leila slams the door to his office shut, grabbing the bottle of whiskey and he chugs it halfway down but it is useless, it does nothing to ease his pain.

His chest clenches tighter and tighter, the pain grows stronger and his vision goes from clear to blur to clear and he throws the bottle of whiskey into the bar, smashing several bottles but the rage he feels does not subside, his pain does not dissipate.

He grabs the wooden counter holding the drinks and pulls it off the wall, yelling as he smashes it into the ground.