Pregnant I left him To His First Love novel Chapter 65

Chapter 65

The night was eerie and dark, the hoots of the owls sounding through the dense forest path, the trees hummed a melodic yet scary hum until the forest’s rhythm was broken by the loud painful grunt of a man.

Dry blood coated every inch of his skin like a tattoo even as crimson red liquid spilled out of a wound from his torso, running down his legs who despite their tiredness refused to stop running.

It was Tatum and securely clutched in his arms a pouch and in it

Was was a young sprout of the dry scorpion lily.

Getting it wasn’t easy but it was worth it.

Getting into the enemy pack and securing the herb was the easy part but because of how rare they are, they had the place boobie trapped and he was struck by a poisoned spear whose wounds he can’t seem to heal from even after days on the road.

His wolf was most affected by the poison and he could not shift. The enemies were still hot on his heels after a fierce one to many battle as he was escaping that saw him sustain multiple injuries and he had to avoid the cities and stay on the offroads until he was close to his pack territory.

At the wee hours of the morning, he knocked on the door of an old cottage, a short distance from his pack borders, heaving with ragged breaths, his strength failing him.

The door opened and a tall lanky man with huge transparent goggles stood in front of him, eyes curt yet full of concern.

“Alpha,” he had barely said when Tatum collapsed on his arms, his vision going completely dark.

When Tatum opened his eyes, a pungent smell filled his nose but he

was used to Alfred’s concoctions by now. His body had been cleaned and he could see green mush underneath the gauze wrapped around his torso.

Alfred was a renowned medical practitioner who quit the profession to dive into the herbal and mystic healing arts of the lost age.

He groaned deeply as he sat up, his eyes darting to the little test tube Alfred was swirling over a benzene burner.

“Is it ready yet?”

He should be happy about it, that his efforts have finally come to fruition, his sacrifices have been worth it but how can he be?

Once Leila takes that potion and gets her wolf back, any hold he has over her will be completely gone.

She will be able to sense her true mate and he will have to let her go.

He heaves a deep sigh, feeling the void already occupy his heart with a rather sharp pain just at the thought of it but he cannot be selfish.

She is incomplete without her wolf and he would rather have her whole and apart from him than incomplete and beside him.

Her happiness is what truly matters, not his selfish desires.

“It is ready Alpha,” Alfred’s voice brings him back down to earth.