His Sweet Little Mate

When the warrior came running to inform him that he was needed in Abby’s room, this wasn’t what Micah expected to find here.

His trusted warrior was just a second away from crushing Hanna’s hand while his mate was too detached from her own surroundings. Micah couldn’t place his own emotions when his warrior reiterated what transpired in this room while he was away.

Meanwhile, Abby was completely silent. Her eyes were lowered as she mechanically continued to pack the few things she owned. But it was clear that she had been crying badly from the tremors in her body.

And when this shameless father and daughter duo tried to talk their way out of this situation, Micali couldn’t take it anymore. “Can tousling someone’s hair result in this?” Micah pointed at the hair

strands in Hanna’s hand.

Both Ryan and Hanna’s faces paled when Micah said that. Hamma was too stunned to speak. She didn’t realize she had actually yanked Abby’s hair really hard until she tore a few hair strands ofl’up until then.

Damn it! The one time she was careless just had to be today, when the King was here to back this monster up.

She had always made sure to never leave any evidence when she abused Abby. And hurting Abby was almost a daily activity for her. It was a part of her daily routine. She reveled in her sister’s pain.

Her luck was really bad today. What should she say to get out of this mess now?

“This. My King- it wasn’t because I pulled her hair to hurt her. It was… it was…” Hanna couldn’t come up with any reasonable explanation, looking all the more guilty with each second that passed. However, it was Ryan who answered the King.

“I think she wasn’t really paying attention and her claws seemed to have cut some of Abby’s hair.” Ryan immediately signaled for Hanna to play along with him. “It definitely isn’t what it looks like.” Ryan continued to say a few more things about how Hanna should have been careful and such.

“Hanna, you should pay more attention to your claws. See, now your sister is almost hurt.”

“I’m sorry, father. I have been careless. I’ll pay attention now onward.”

“Abby, those few strands will grow back in no time. Forgive your sister this one time.” Ryan didn’t forget to pull Abby into his web of lies as well, silently warning her to keep mum until the end.

Micah almost growled at Ryan’s words. What few strands? Hanna almost pulled a tuft of Abby’s hair, Micah doubted if she left any bald spots on her head. But Ryan had the audacity to brush it off just like that?

Both Ryan and Hanna were cunning enough. They were banking on the fact that Abby wouldn’t say anything even if she had been hurt even more badly.

Seeing their hypocritical acting, Micah couldn’t help but ball his fists. He immediately walked

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toward his mate, wanting to personally check on her for injuries.

However, Abby almost flinched when he approached her so suddenly with this murderous aura emanating from him in waves. The King felt helpless seeing her reaction. He decided he had to quickly work on making Abby feel more comfortable with him. That would be on the top of his priorities now.

On the other hand, Abby didn’t expect for Micah to approach her all of a sudden and coupled with the fact that he didn’t look amiable, it made her want to put some distance between them. Only she couldn’t do anything about it physically as she didn’t want to upset the King even further.

“Let me see if you are hurt,” Micah finally said as he didn’t want her to feel afraid of himself.

Even though he asked for permission, the King didn’t really have the patience to wait for Abby’s approval. He swiftly turned her around and lifted her hair to look at the back of her neck when he couldn’t find any visible marks on her skin.

Abby stiffened and closed her eyes when the King manhandled her. She actually felt really awkward around him while Micah acted with familiarity with her. He was a natural. He was gentle with her. whatever coldness he showed to the Beta and his elder daughter was nowhere to be seen when he was dealing with Abby.

On the other hand, Micah almost cursed when he couldn’t find any proof to back his own warrior’s claims. Except for her tears, there wasn’t any obvious sign that Hanna really hurt Abby.

And when Ryan saw this scene, he didn’t hesitate to stress his own words, brushing it off as just a misunderstanding. “See, Abby wasn’t hurt.”

Micah clenched his fists. “What about her tears then?”

“She was probably sad that she was about to leave our pack and us, after all, she has to follow you to an unknown place, while she had never gone anywhere,” Hanna immediately made up another excuse.

She praised herself for being able to come up with that, and as expected, Ryan followed her

cue.

“Yes, that must be it. You see, My King, Abby is just sad that she will miss us all badly,” Ryan backed his elder daughter up.

Micah looked at the warrior who subtly shook his head, emphasizing that that wasn’t the case. But Micah also knew he didn’t have any proof other than his warrior’s claims.

Meanwhile, seeing the King go silent, both Ryan and Hanna could finally breathe a sigh of relief. However, their happiness didn’t last long when the King turned to Abby again and asked her what actually happened. “Abby, is what your sister said true? She didn’t really hurt you?”

Micah was especially patient with Abby, he spoke to her gently and didn’t rush her when she didn’t give him an answer immediately. Meanwhile, Abby didn’t All text © NôvelD(r)a'ma.Org.

exe to be dragged into the middle of this. She quickly stole a glance at her father, who wouldn’t stop glaring daggers at her.

“I- I a- am sorry,” Abby finally said.