Pregnant I left him To His First Love novel Chapter 159

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.

They might get through this and even come out 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 become so 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?

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 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 rolling off 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 rogues, “apologize to the lady and fuck off or do the opposite and I fuck you up. Your choice.”