All Chapters of Pregnant, I left him To His First Love: Chapter 321 - Chapter 330

“We have to go right now! I can’t wait another second,” Leila cries, her eyes red and puffy, an unbearable pain lodged in her heart for fear of her precious angel. Anything could be happening to her daughter at this moment. She does not want to even think of it. How is it possible that the one place Leo chooses to attack is just where Amara is? This hardly looks like a coincidence, her heart throbs with pain, pounding in fear. Is it possible that Leo learnt the truth about Amara being Tatum’s daughter and is trying to hurt Tatum by harming her, but how would he have learnt that? Amara’s identity is a well kept secret. She looks back at Tatum from her trembling feet just as he slams his phone down, grunts and runs his hands down his face in frustration, his eyes weary and sad but his rage is clear in them. “I can’t reach anyone over there, it’s like their communications system has been cut off or something,” his voice is laden with worry “That’s why we should be on our way there a

“Please have your seat,” Leila offers Adaline, keeping her face calm and polite. “Thank you my daughter,” Adaline replies, hurriedly sitting down. Leila doesn’t know how to react to being addressed as ‘my daughter’ from the same woman who would bring hell down on her if she dared to address her as mother in the past. It feels strange and beyond strange, it’s quite discomforting. She tried several times to be a daughter to Adaline and she always got served a bad hand in return. The only reason she’s not rebuking her right now is because the sooner she can handle whatever brought Adaline here, the sooner she can get back to the important work of getting a legal team ready for the battle in court that may happen. “How can I help you?” She replies, keeping her voice curt. “Leila….” Adaline stretches her hand over the table to hold Leila’s hand but she withdraws it before Adaline can touch her and keeps it by her side, a mix of a puzzled and irritated look on her face. ‘What is she

“Everything will be alright father,” Leila gently wipes Darren’s forehead with a warm cloth while the rest of his body is covered in a blanket. He is freezing up, despite the averagely warm weather outside. No one truly understands the nature of this cancer that he has, he gets better a little on his own and then he seems to get worse. Darren nods weakly, his pale eyes full of gratitude. “I have to leave now, I’ll come and see you first thing in the morning tomorrow,” Leila says, she had spent the whole day tending to him after Trent left. “You’re leaving?” Adaline comes in carrying a tray of food, “I made dinner, I was just bringing you yours.” “That’s very nice of you but I’m fine,” Leila stands up and adjusts the blanket over Darren properly, “please take care of him.” “Leila please don’t go,” Adaline drops the tray hurriedly and rushes towards Leila. “I already had the maids prepare your room for you. You’re our only insurance against those men outside. As long as you are

“Luna, we have a problem,” Mirabel storms into Leila’s office, swiping frantically on her tablet before she hands it to Leila. Alarmed, Leila takes it from her and frowns deeply when she sees the content on the tablet, different articles from different blogs all talking about one thing, the death of Alpha Tatum. Leila doesn’t need a soothsayer to tell her who is behind this. Trent is making his move, he wants to weaken her hold on power. As much as the people have come to love and respect her over the past few weeks, she is not naive not to know that the love and respect has its foundation in the fact that she is the wife of their beloved Alpha. If this rumor begins to spread of Tatum’s death, coupled with his long absence for a while now, doubts will begin to creep into their minds and they might actually start to believe he is dead, she cannot let that happen. “Call for a pack meeting immediately, I’ll address this,” she orders Mirabel, “and also, get in touch with Barrister Bas

“Luna, Luna, can you hear me?” Mirabel asks Leila who’s sitting right opposite her but Leila’s not in the room anymore, despite her physical body being fully present. Her mind is long gone, lost in worry over Tatum and their child, as the days pass she grows wearier, her hope wanes, her resolve weakens but somehow everyday she wakes up, puts the weight of the pack on her shoulder and keeps going. Nobody can understand her pain even if she explains in every language possible. If anything happens to one or both of them, she wouldn’t know what to with herself. Darren’s condition is another plight she has to worry about, she’s sent for the best medical consultants to see if there’s any way they can help him but the whole thing is still looking so bleak. “Luna,” Mirabel taps her, making Leila suck in a sharp breath and she is brought back down to earth. “Sorry, what were you saying?” She sighs and asks, massaging her temples. “Luna, I think you should take a break and get some rest,”