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 taround, so he decided to think really hard about it.

"Okay, you do the thinking," Abby said, as she tightened her arms around his waist. She really didn't have the energy right now to spare any for her father.

But then, she frowned when the king pulled back a little before holding her at arm's length. "What hap..." Micah didn't 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 all the times he pressed his lips to hers. He was being exceptionally gentle, even though he was nothing but gentle with her before.

He only parted with her lips when he felt her relax 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 the same.

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

"I'm not," Abby denied immediately, even though she stiffened a little as soon as he blurted out his thoughts.

It was really a subtle reaction, but only proved Micah was right. And with him holding her so closely, it was impossible for him not to notice it.

"Little one, don't do this. Did you forget that we 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 debated over her thoughts internally.

"There is really nothing," Abby said and saw how Micah sighed in the next moment.

But he was already used to this. When did his mate cave in without making him persuade her at lengths? And if there was someone who could never 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 he plopped on the sofa.

He had already mindlinked someone to notify Alyssa that they would eat a little later, so no one would be disturbing them until he said otherwise.

"Okay." Micah said as he played 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 snipping her hair just like that, but she actually surprised him by embracing the reason behind his actions. That was how he knew any reaction from her would ever be without cause, even though she would let her trauma get to her at times.

"Then how about you tellwhat you are feeling about returning to your old pack?" Micah wasn't blind or slow. He had been observing since the moment Mirella suggested coming down to the Silver Moon pack.

So he knew the frown that had taken a constant shelter between her eyebrows recently wasn't just because of the weird deaths or getting a letter from her failure of a father.

And sure enough, the girl in his arms stiffened again, but this tit was more obvious, making the king realize he was on the right track in this conversation.

"I... this pack..." Abby couldn't form words at his question. She could still evade if he had been any less observant, but she knew she couldn't dodge this matter any longer.

She had already dragged this conversation for far too long, Micah had been asking her why she had been off since they left the Red River pack a few days ago.

"You can be honest with 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 girl finally caved in when she sighed in resignation, but he made no attempt to urge her.

"This pack represents 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, all I can remember is pain and tears." As she talked, her mate could feel the subtle tremors that quaked her body in his arms, and he felt his heart ache for her afresh. He didn't realize until now, but Abby never talked about her pack after following him to the capital all those months ago.

But with every word that slipped past her lips, Micah understood why she never bothered to bring this pack or her family up.

"What you saw when you foundthat night couldn't compare to what I have gone through for ten years n Abby shuddered, as if she could still feel the hungry days and bone chilling nights she was left to tend to herself. "They had been silent for ten years, ten fucking whole years..." Abby didn't elaborate who the 'they' she was referring to, but Micah could understand all the same. The pack members.

"But did you see how they have been behaving since we cback? I feel disgusted." Abby fisted his shirt as she tried to control herself, but her mate could hear the resentment in her words.

"It was as if they didn't makean outcast, just because my father was the beta, someone who held more power than them. Now I'm holding the position of the queen, and they all suddenly wanted to be regarded as my acquaintances." She didn't crave the position above everyone else in this kingdom, nor did she resent it, but their fake faces made her feel pretty resentful about her life.

"Why didn't you say anything, little one?" Micah felt his heart breaking for her, because she was always trying to fight her demons alone.

"There's nothing to do about it, so I thought to spare myself the emotional distress when s when I think about it all Abby shrugged her shoulders itall again, as if she felt defeated. "We need to focus on more important things, things like why we chere." "But you can at least avoid it if you just decide to go back to the palace," Micah said, knowing fully well what she meant. "It's still not late, I can have Dax send you back..." His words were cut short when Abby suddenly leaned back and refused the idea. "No, I won't go back. We have to see this farce with Calpin until the end, together."

Even though she would give anything O.

to leave this pack, never to return again, she knew how important it was to get rid of that dark magic user, because only she could shield him and his deathly spells. Not to was mention the weird deaths in this pack. "We will leave together, once we deal with the problem in the pack and Calpin." She was determined!