His Sweet Little Mate by Obticeo Decatect

"You want to go on a walk now?" Micah looked at his mate, who just nodded her head in response. "I'll come with you."

But Abby was quick to refuse him with the excuse that he should continue his conversation with James, not to mention there were Samuel and Mirella as well at the table, which made her mate contemplate. Seeing him frown, Abby swiftly added, "I'll take Alyssa with me!"

The king had no choice but to let her have her way, as he understood what she wasn't saying out loud. She wanted to be alone, which was proven right when she darted out of the kitchen as if her hair was on fire, making her personal maid run behind her as well.

[Send two men to keep watch on her,] Micah immediately mindlinked his royal gamma, and only dived back into the conversation with the people at their table after catching two guards rushing in the direction Abby just left in from the corner of his eye.

Meanwhile, Alyssa had this worried look on her face as she followed her master to this rather dilapidated place behind the pack house, where you could see a bunch of warehouses standing in a row. This place was quite dark and gave a spooky vibe, while the air around them was disturbingly quiet. It made the maid feel worried for her queen.

The girl couldn't understand what had gotten into Abby all of a sudden, but the queen chose to come here instead of going to a more pleasant place. After all, didn't her master come out for some fresh air? So what was she doing standing in front of that almost collapsing building, as if she was thinking about something really important?

Little did she know, calling that place important would be an understatement in Abby's ears. Because she was looking at the very place where she first met Micah, her destined mate and her eyes moistened at the fact how her life had completely changed after that.

She didn't know how long she stood there, but when she did move again, the air surrounding her wasn't that depressing anymore.

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Abby didn't remember when she returned to the guest bedroom, but the moment her head hit the pillow, she fell fast asleep, and of course, the king was there to hug her to sleep.

However, it was Mirella who greeted her eyes the moment she woke up alone in the bed the next morning. "Right, we have to check on the dead warriors."

"I'm glad you aren't as disoriented as I expected you to be, Queen Abby," the witch said, making the girl on the bed frown a little. "I guessed you would be tired."

"I've rested enough, I'm good to go through our schedule today," the girl assured her, but the witch gave her a questioning look.

Mirella only looked convinced when Abby emphasized she was really fine and not travel worn anymore, at which the former clapped her hands once as she stood up. "I advise we leave now, on empty stomachs."

"Let me wash my face," Abby said, knowing fully well why Mirella suggested starting this early. She didn't think any food would stay in their stomachs after taking a look at those dead bodies either. Even imagining the way those few warriors died made bile rise in her stomach.

They couldn't be more right because, half an hour later, in the underground basement of the Silver Moon pack's dungeon, Abby felt her skin crawling just at the sight of the bodies of the three warriors that died in the past week.

"I thought the report was exaggerated," Abby expressed her shock as she pointed to the deeply charred skin of a warrior.

"That makes one of us!" Mirella didn't look as surprised as Abby, as she took her time examining each and every body. She seemed to be confident enough about her sources.

should she say shrouded in darkness? Because that was what Abby felt looking at them, while the witch continued to

is definitely black magic, but the question was; how did they come into contact with it?" Abby too followed in Mirella's footsteps and started to look for any traces of dark magic. "They must have encountered

proof enough that someone casted a powerful

the witch agreed with

rise to a flurry of other unanswered questions. If they were right, which was most likely to be the case, how

needed to focus on that part, also about when their enemy got a chance to

deceased for interrogation, all they got was; they didn't detect any unusual movement from anyone around this pack for the last few days when

a headache coming when their theories didn't yield any positive leads, while Abby got increasingly annoyed when walking around the pack

to butter up to her. She avoided talking altogether when it felt unbearable, and only nodded curtly to their

her had nothing to do with her, they could try all they wanted. She didn't have any weird ideas like welcoming them with open heart just because it was expected of her to

halt when Alyssa came running to her queen. "My Queen,

was one of the daily goals for Alyssa and Reyna, since the latter didn't tag along with them, Alyssa took it upon

My Queen, we have already skipped breakfast," the witch

investigating the unusual deaths alongside Mirella, so the witch and Alyssa

didn't eat much last night either," Abby's maid pointed out, when the girl

King,"

he will be busy till late at night, investigating the rogue activity."

needed to trace out

let her off. In the end, she asked them to arrange a

people she hated didn't turn out to be fruitful as Alpha James came running along with the omegas, who were helping Alyssa arrange

instead," James said, looking at the half eaten food plates before Abby and the witch. "I would have made them prepare something more delicious." Alpha James curled his lip in distaste

he was hovering around her since she came to the pack, for the life

a thought occurred to her. "Alpha

"This... My Queen..."

in the empty air. Since she was

with forced sweet smiles and words that could make her

talk about?" Abby asked as soon as they were out

highness, is there any progress with the investigation?" Alpha James said, his tone flat, which made Abby understand that the alpha's

just started investigating this morning." Abby gave him a

not knowing how to direct the

has nothing to do with