His Sweet Little Mate novel (Abby and Micah) novel Chapter 112

Chapter 112 

“Split into three groups and comb through the city,” Micah ordered, prompting one group to follow himself while the royal beta and the royal gamma were to lead the other two groups. “Find the queen no matter what.” 

His voice gave no room to tardiness when he roamed his gaze over the royal warriors who gathered in front of the palace gates. He was determined to find Abby at all costs. 

He was just about to shift into his beast when a familiar yet unwelcoming voice reached his ears. 

“Micah, what do you think you are doing?” Arthur called to him as he pinned him with this disappointing gaze. “Did you forget how frenzied the whole palace was less than ten hours back?” 

Word sure traveled fast in this palace, even though it didn’t take him more than fifteen minutes to gather his warriors, his father still managed to rush over from the old tower to stop him. But if the former king thought Micah could be fazed by his opinion of him, there was another thing coming for him to worry about. 

“Step back, father. I know what I’m doing.” Micah dismissed the former king immediately as he beckoned the warriors to get ready to leave. 

“You have gone crazy. How could you prioritize a woman over your kingdom?” Arthur couldn’t hide his dissatisfaction at all. 

Since no one knew it was Micah’s plan all along to lure those rogues to the capital city, it was really chaotic in the palace, as they couldn’t help but dread the possibility of this city becoming another Black Claw pack after the rogues invasion. 

On the other hand, the king didn’t like the way Arthur talked so demeaningly about his mate. 

“She is not some random ‘woman,” Micah started, almost growling out the word ‘woman: “She is the queen of this kingdom. Give her respect.” 

Arthur blew his top when he saw Micah disrespecting him in front of so many warriors and he exploded finally. 

“Some queen she is. Always holding you back, now isn’t any different. Arthur seethed, not bothering to hide his hatred toward Abby. “What are you even thinking, neglecting your responsibilities again for a useless woman like her?” 

Those rogues ran rampant in the palace, a place that was supposed to be the safest in the entire kingdom, yet his son was hurrying to find his burden of a mate who knew nothing but causing trouble for Micah. 

He knew someday that girl would turn Micah crazy, given how muddle–headed he became after meeting her and Arthur really couldn’t grasp what was going through his son’s mind anymore. 

“Get your shit together and focus on the important things,” Arthur reprimanded Micah, not at all holding back his fury as he stood in the king’s path, blocking him with both words and physically. 

He would like to see how he was going to ignore his words today. 

“Holy Crap!” Abby groaned as she rubbed her neck that felt too sore, until it overshadowed the pain in her already aching head, as she came to herself only to find she wasn’t in their bed. It was way too hard, making her muscles protest just at the smallest movement. 

But it realize that it was not only the bed that was different. Upon a brief look at her surroundings, 

idn’t take her too long to she noticed she wasn’t in their bedroom at all. 

This 

his room was too dark, but she could stillsee how ainal it was there was a small window through which she could see light seeping into this room. 

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Even though the air around her wasn’t too stale, it wasn’t really pleasant either. This space looked similar to the room in which she met Hanna back in the Red River pack. 

How did she get here? Abby needed a really long moment to rearrange her thoughts. 

“I went in search of Micah to apologize but then someone dragged me away…” 

“After that, nothing…” 

She poked the aching muscle in the right side of her neck a little and immediately hissed in pain. “Did that person knock me out?” 

Given the gap in her memories, that was likely to be the case. 

She quickly jumped out of the hard bed and dashed for the door which was no less than three feet from the foot of this small bed, but it was locked from the outside. No matter how much she pulled, it wouldn’t budge. 

When her attempts failed, she tried calling for help, in hopes, someone passing by could hear her. “Is there anyone out there?” 

However, no matter how much she tried to shout for someone to open it, all she received was silence as a response. 

“Just where the hell am I?” Abby mumbled to herself as she felt her heart pick up rhythm. 

She couldn’t help but pray to the Moon Goddess that her attacker didn’t drag her too far from the palace. 

But then from the corner of her eyes, she saw a bar stool, where they placed a pot, maybe filled with water, and an idea appeared in her mind. 

She immediately ran to the stool and carefully removed the pot and placed it on the ground, then she dragged the stool toward the small but high window. 

From the placement, the window looked more like a ventilator than a window. But Abby couldn’t care less about it as she carefully mounted the stool to look out of the window, which was open with no doors whatsoever. 

But it was barred, and from the gaps between the bottom most two bars, Abby could see the King’s tower right in front of her. It was the place where Micah lived. 

So she was still around the palace? 

“Or in the palace?” Abby mused out loud, as she stepped down from the stool. 

Upon a moment of contemplating, Abby was sure she was still within the palace area, because from her memory, there were no high buildings outside the palace, while there were too many within the palace gates, and she was clearly in a tower. 

She just couldn’t figure out which tower she was in right now. 

But who brought her here in the first place? This thought made her panic a little and Abby had to take deep breaths to calm herself down. 

“Now is not the time to panic, Abby!” She resisted the urge to wring her hands, her habit whenever she was anxious. After a minute or so, she could finally calm down as the thought Micah would be searching for her struck her consciousness. Instead of giving into her fear, she focused on her options and tried to figure out just what kind of situation she was in. 

How long had she been sleeping? She couldn’t tell because she couldn’t see the sun earlier, even though she could tell that it was daytime. 

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Who wanted to harm her was her next line of thought.. 

If she had to list out the number of people who wanted her dead, she didn’t think she needed too long or hard, because there was only one person and he was that dark sorcerer, Calpin. 

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But if she was talking about the people that wanted to get rid of her, the list may never end. Starting from the royal council to her own family, no one was happy about her becoming the queen. It could be anyone! 

Her analysis of the situation only made it worse, since it looked like she had very limited options to escape from whoever dared to abduct her right in the king’s palace. 

“If I could just break that door.” She stood in the middle of this small room as she looked around, but she couldn’t find anything useful or strong enough to knock down the door.