His Sweet Little Mate by Obticeo Decatect

Chapter 112

“Split into three groups and comb through the city,” Micah ordered, prompting one group to follow himself while the royal beta and the royal gamma were to lead the other two groups. “Find the queen no matter what.”

His voice gave no room to tardiness when he roamed his gaze over the royal warriors who gathered in front of the palace gates. He was determined to find Abby at all costs.

He was just about to shift into his beast when a familiar yet unwelcoming voice reached his ears.

“Micah, what do you think you are doing?” Arthur called to him as he pinned him with this disappointing gaze. “Did you forget how frenzied the whole palace was less than ten hours back?”

Word sure traveled fast in this palace, even though it didn’t take him more than fifteen minutes to gather his warriors, his father still managed to rush over from the old tower to stop him. But if the former king thought Micah could be fazed by his opinion of him, there was another thing coming for him to worry about.

“Step back, father. I know what I’m doing.” Micah dismissed the former king immediately as he beckoned the warriors to get ready to leave.

“You have gone crazy. How could you prioritize a woman over your kingdom?” Arthur couldn’t hide his dissatisfaction at all.

Since no one knew it was Micah’s plan all along to lure those rogues to the capital city, it was really chaotic in the palace, as they couldn’t help but dread the possibility of this city becoming another Black Claw pack after the rogues invasion.

On the other hand, the king didn’t like the way Arthur talked so demeaningly about his mate.

“She is not some random ‘woman,” Micah started, almost growling out the word ‘woman: “She is the queen of this kingdom. Give her respect.”

Arthur blew his top when he saw Micah disrespecting him in front of so many warriors and he exploded finally.

“Some queen she is. Always holding you back, now isn’t any different. Arthur seethed, not bothering to hide his hatred toward Abby. “What are you even thinking, neglecting your responsibilities again for a useless woman like her?”

Those rogues ran rampant in the palace, a place that was supposed to be the safest in the entire kingdom, yet his son was hurrying to find his burden of a mate who knew nothing but causing trouble for Micah.

He knew someday that girl would turn Micah crazy, given how muddle–headed he became after meeting her and Arthur really couldn’t grasp what was going through his son’s mind anymore.

“Get your shit together and focus on the important things,” Arthur reprimanded Micah, not at all holding back his fury as he stood in the king’s path, blocking him with both words and physically.

He would like to see how he was going to ignore his words today.

“Holy Crap!” Abby groaned as she rubbed her neck that felt too sore, until it overshadowed the pain in her already aching head, as she came to herself only to find she wasn’t in their bed. It was way too hard, making her muscles protest just at the smallest movement.

it was not only the bed that was different. Upon a brief

long to she noticed she wasn’t in their bedroom at

This

was there was a small window through which she could see

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air around her wasn’t too stale, it wasn’t really pleasant either. This space looked similar to the room in which she met Hanna back in the Red River pack.

here? Abby needed a really long moment to

went in search of Micah to apologize but then someone dragged me

“After that, nothing…”

of her neck a little and immediately hissed in pain.

memories, that was likely to be the

dashed for the door which was no less than three feet from the foot of this small bed, but it

for help, in hopes, someone passing by could hear her. “Is there anyone

much she tried to shout for someone to open it, all she received was

am I?” Abby mumbled to herself as she felt her

help but pray to the Moon Goddess that her attacker didn’t drag

saw a bar stool, where they placed a pot, maybe filled with water, and an idea

it on the ground, then she dragged the stool toward the small

like a ventilator than a window. But Abby couldn’t care less about it as she carefully mounted the

it was barred, and from the gaps between the bottom most two bars, Abby could see the King’s tower

still around

Abby mused out loud,

her memory, there were no high buildings outside the palace, while there were too

which tower she

first place? This thought made her panic a little and Abby

the urge to wring her hands, her habit whenever she was anxious. After a minute or so, she could finally calm down as the thought Micah would be searching for her struck her consciousness. Instead of giving into her fear, she focused

tell because she couldn’t see the sun earlier, even

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