All Chapters of Pregnant, I left him To His First Love: Chapter 301 - Chapter 310

“What’s going on? Why are so many warriors going into people’s houses?” Leila asks, seeing for the umpteenth time how some pack warriors are harassing people outside their homes as they drive to the pack house. Tatum’s grip on the steering wheel tightens and he hisses, his eyes full of pain as he glances at Leila before looking straight ahead. “It’s Trent,” he says, punching the steering wheel lightly. “When he was sentenced for his crimes. As is customary, his assists were liquidated added to the pack treasury and most of it went into giving free shelter to the common folk of the pack but now he’s forcing them to pay rent, saying the pack can no longer afford to give them free homes and even those who already have their own homes now have to pay a compulsory property tax or risk eviction from their own homes.” Even if Tatum doesn’t say it, Leila can feel his pain and his helplessness, how much he wants to change things back to normal from the tone of his voice, the rage and bittern

The crescent moon hangs alone in the dark sky, barely illuminating the night, there are no stars shining up there tonight. The moon seems to be on a solo mission, just like Leila. She wades through the thick bark of the huge and clustered trees that lead deep into the forest at the border, her heart beating fast and for good reason. Nervous would be an understatement to how she feels at the moment. Anything could happen and no one knows where she is. She winces as a thorn slices through her skin and she clasps her hand over the wound, undeterred as she continues to push further into the thick of the forest. She must reach outside the pack territory. It is dangerous, she knows but she needs some answers and right now, only Tatiana can help her and that is if Tatiana is still on their side. The only hope she has with Tatiana is the belief that Tatiana loves Kelvin, Tatiana proved that a number of times, she has to give Tatiana the benefit of the doubt. She has to. [I’m here.]

“And who the fuck are you?” The one who is still in his human form asks coldly, turning to face Tatum. The remaining six of them ignore Leila for the moment, lining up beside the one who is speaking, to intimidate Tatum with their numbers, snarling and seething. “I’m not going to ask you again, who the fuck are you and why do you— want to die a needless death?” the guy asks again and he and the pack beside him advance towards Tatum slowly. Leila watches helplessly on the floor in her wolf form, her heart pounding hard with fear for Tatum. She sees how Tatum ignores whatever the man is saying and is not even intimidated by their numbers or threat, his eyes are just fixed on her, looking at her with much concern. He doesn’t see or talk to her for several days and now he shows up to be her hero. She should be mad at him but she’s not, she always seem to get herself in trouble and he’s always there to rescue her. “Hang in there, I’ll handle this,” he says to her, cracking his knuckle

Leila slowly rips the remaining pieces of clothing that still covers Tatum’s body after a while and she sees even more scars littered around his chest and abdomen as well. Her heart aches for him and she slowly runs her hands across the wounds, some of which have still not healed fully. She looks at him and he smiles weakly at her. “It’s nothing,” he says in a calm voice, telling her the story of all that he had suffered at the hands of Trent, all in the name of training. With every detail that he paints, Leila’s fear and worry for him continue to grow, her heart throbs slightly and tears stream down her eyes. How is he still even here when he has to fight so many wolves in a day, all while being poisoned by wolfsbane and tortured by silver? She knows Tatum is strong but hearing the ordeal he has to go through everyday and seeing how he took down eight royal guards a few minutes tells how just how strong he must really be. As much as she wants to feel a sense of pride and admira

“Those damn fucking royal guards,” Leila spews out the words in anger, wincing as she applies the herbal tincture Tatum had given to her to the wound. It’s been three days and she hasn’t yet healed fully but the wound isn’t the thing that bothers her the most. She hasn’t seen Tatum in two days and even if she doesn’t know exactly where he is, she knows exactly what he is going through and her heart aches for him. She heaves a deep sad sigh, her sullen eyes stare at the portrait of her and Amara in her room and it only amplifies sadness. She wonders how her daughter is faring at the North Star pack. She can only hope that she is doing well. She has to keep communication to a minimum to protect her. She grunts in pain of frustration. She cannot wait for all of this to be over. If only there was something she could do to help Tatum. Well…there is something she can actually do but Tatum won’t let her choose that, for some reason. “Leila, you in here?” Her mom pops her head into her