Pregnant I left him To His First Love novel Chapter 170

“Are you deaf? I asked you a question,” Tatum reprimands when Carmela is unable to answer and she just stares at him with her mouth open.

Thank the goddess she is not yet pregnant, how would she have been able to explain it to Tatum? That bitch Leila really told him that? She really has it coming for her.

How much time do they even spend together? Now that Leila has her wolf back, does Tatum’s wolf feel the matebond? That should not be possible, right?

She has to see Lithoha about this, she cannot risk their wolves bonding.

“Fine, don't answer,” Tatum says, “tomorrow, you and I are going for a pregnancy test and if you don’t have a pup in you, well, let’s just say you are going to suffer, severely. And if you do have a pup in you,” Tatum stands up, closes the distance between them, their faces barely inches apart, his eyes cold and dead, his voice dropping to a spine chilling whisper.

“You are still going to suffer because the pack will know that their,” he draws quotations with his fingers in the air, “pheonix…Luna is a slut cuz that child won’t be fucking mine.”

Carmela’s eyes fly wide in shock, her heart thuds heavily in fear, goosebumps rent her entire skin from the chill in Tatum’s voice, the look in his eyes tells her he is not bluffing and dread takes over her very soul as her knees become weak, barely holding her weight.

She thought she was safe not being pregnant but now she is between the devil and the deep blue sea. If she is pregnant, she will die along with her baby and if she is not, she would have lied about carrying the heir to the pack when she is not, a severe punishment would await her as well.

How does she get out of this?

“Don’t believe a word that woman says Tatum, she’s lying, I never said such,” she replies hastily, “but…” her voice coquettish, “I want to be pregnant for you,” she takes advantage of the close distance between their faces to steal Tatum’s lips in a kiss, grabbing his crotch simultaneously.

A growl tears from Tatum’s throat and the next second, Carmela finds herself in the air before her back slams into the door. She yelps in pain, her head throbbing and she is barely on her feet when Tatum’s hands wrap around her throat, his eyes blazing red.

“Do that again and I’ll kill you,” his animalistic voice growls before his eyes turn grey and he lets her go.

“Was that your wolf?” Carmela asks as tears pour out of her eyes, standing to her feet. “Does it hate me too? Does it hate his mate or is it you? Which one of you hates me?”

She trods forward towards Tatum and grips his shirt, her heart aching with pain as agony slices through it.