His Sweet Little Mate by Obticeo Decatect

"You got a letter from where?" A distinct frown could be seen on Micah's face when he asked Abby this question.

"My father," Abby said, as she shrugged her shoulders with an expression that portrayed 'I know, right?.' "I'm positive that it is his own handwriting."

The girl handed over the said letter to her mate, who didn't waste another second before scanning the few words that were scribbled on either side of the cheap excuse of a paper.

As soon as Micah returned to their guest bedroom, where his mate was waiting to have dinner with him, Abby dropped this news on him.

"Before anything, I need to tell you something really important," Abby said to the king, when Micah told her that their dinner would be brought to their room, even though his mate didn't make any requests that might involve herself avoiding the kitchen again.

The girl didn't know why Micah suggested eating inside, but it worked well in her favor, only Abby wasn't really thinking about how to avoid people from her pack tonight.

Like she said to herself, there were far more important things to take care of before wallowing in her resentment and annoyance. So she presented her mate with the truth immediately, because she still couldn' decide if she should ignore this letter altogether or not.

On the other hand, the king couldn't help himself as he scoffed at the three sentences that screamed that it was all just a trap, a very poor one at that. "It stinks like a trap."

"I too think so, because Hanna said they both willingly joined the rogues," Abby recalled. "There was no way they were torturing him three months later, like they just discovered who he was."

"You think he was working for them?" The king asked his mate when he noticed this deep frown between her brows.

"Or with them," Abby breathed out, her shoulders sagging in the next second. She didn't want to guess what led to what at this moment, and seeing her deflate, Micah pulled her into a hug. "What do you think we should do about this?" Abby asked him a while later.

"I need to think about it a bit," Micah said, because no matter what Ryan was still her father, even though he was the very person who made his daughter live in misery.

He exiled them in hopes he could cut them out of her life completely, but they still managed to worm back into her thoughts. He needed to make sure the problem with them was dealt with with no negative setbacks this time around, so he decided to think really hard about it.

waist. She really didn't have

when the king pulled back a little before holding her

let her finish her question as he leaned in for a sudden kiss that confused her even further. Because this kiss was so different from

where her strained neck muscles gradually loosened under his tender caressing. But the look that he gave her afterward was unnerving, as if he could

are keeping something from me." Micah was holding her head with both palms now, as he looked her in

stiffened a little as soon as he

really a subtle reaction, but only proved Micah was right. And with him holding her so closely,

should be open with each other no matter what?" Micah wasn't angry or annoyed that Abby tried to lie, he was just worried. So he was very patient with her as he pressed his lips to her mouth that kept opening and closing, as the girl

is really nothing," Abby said and saw how Micah sighed

run his patience thin, it was this girl alone. He could never lose his cool with her, so he resigned to his fate and pulled her into his lap as

already mindlinked someone to notify Alyssa that they would eat a little later, so no one would be disturbing them

ends of her hair strands. It was only half of what it used to be, because he had to cut off the burnt hair after

was how he knew any reaction from her would ever be without cause, even though she would

Micah wasn't blind or slow. He had been

eyebrows recently wasn't just because of the weird deaths or getting

arms stiffened again, but this time it was more obvious, making the king realize he was on

couldn't form words at his question. She could still evade if he had been any

had already dragged this conversation for far too long, Micah had been asking her why she had been

me, little one." Micah patted her shoulder as a gesture of encouragement, knowing how she always tried to keep everything in. And the king could tell that the

bad memories to me, Micah," Abby started, even though it took her quite a while to gather her thoughts. "Whenever I think about this pack,

mate could feel the subtle tremors that quaked her body in his arms, and he felt his heart ache for her afresh. He

Micah understood why she never bothered to bring