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.

arms around his waist. She really didn't have

the king pulled back a little before holding

so different from all

completely, 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 see right through her, and the words that left his lips next proved

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

denied immediately, even though she stiffened a little as soon as he

Micah was right. And with him holding her so closely, it was impossible for

lie, he was just worried. So he was very patient with her as he pressed his

saw how Micah sighed in the

if there was someone who could never run his patience thin, it was this girl alone. He could never

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

with the 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 her face off with Calpin. He half expected her to chew his head off for

her would ever be without cause, even though

pack?" Micah wasn't blind or slow. He had been observing since the moment Mirella suggested coming

a constant shelter between her eyebrows recently wasn't just because of the weird deaths or getting a letter from her failure of a

it was more obvious, making the king realize he was

his question. She could still evade if he had been any less observant, but

for far too long, Micah had been asking her why she had been off since they left the Red River

how she always tried to keep everything

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

he felt his heart ache for her afresh. He didn't realize until now, but Abby never talked about her pack after following him

her lips, Micah understood why she never bothered to