His Sweet Little Mate novel (Abby and Micah) novel Chapter 125

Thinking about her pack only made her feel sad and Abby couldn’t help but realize how pathetic that was.

She lived almost twenty years in that pack, but all she could remember was tears and pain, there was not a single moment in the last ten years to reminisce or feel happy about. Abby couldn’t help but sigh.

It was really pathetic!

“Take this away!” Abby told Alyssa to bring the food tray away after finishing her dinner, as she felt like falling asleep. She was really exhausted because of the journey the last two days. She could use some shut eye.

The girl walked to the bed, but before she could reach it, she stopped in her tracks. “Right!”

“What is it, My Queen?” Alyssa immediately stopped what she was doing as she rushed to her master’s side and checked on her profusely.

“Come somewhere with me!” Abby pulled the girl all of a sudden, not stopping even when the girl said she still didn’t return the food tray to the kitchen.

Abby didn’t stop until she reached this small room in the dungeon, where she met with Hanna last time. She just hoped her older sister was still here, because in her haste, she didn’t stop to check with anyone what happened to the only rogue who was spared almost a month ago.

“Is that woman still here?” Abby asked the guard at the far end of the corridor, who had rushed here seeing the queen had come here.

“Yes, My Queen!” The guard bowed to Abby, before answering her question and Abby immediately made him open the locked door for her.

“How is she doing?” Abby asked, for which the guard replied that she was recovering slowly.

As soon as the lock was opened and Abby was about to step past the threshold of this room, Alyssa stopped her. “My Queen, I don’t think it’s safe to go inside like this!”

She was worried because she could smell that there was a rogue inside, but Abby’s next words left her beyond dumbfounded.

“It’s okay, Alyssa, she is my sister,” Abby said before ordering her maid to stay outside for her.

With that, under Alyssa's confused yet shocked gaze, Abby finally entered the room, which reminded her of the small room she was confined in days ago by Leon.

There was pretty much no difference between the two rooms, except for the water pot Leon left for her.

Just like the last time, Abby could see Hanna sleeping on the small bed that was pushed to a corner with her back facing the door.

“Hanna?” Abby called, and saw her turning around for a second, before turning back around. “It’s me, Abby.”

“Are you here to check if I’m still alive?” Hanna jabbed, still facing the wall before her.

“No, why would you think that?” Abby was genuinely dumbfounded by her words. “Hanna, say something! How are you?”

“I’m still alive, much to your disappointment!”

“What are you talking about?” Abby wanted to shake her sister. “I never hoped for you to die.”

“Talking is the problem here, isn't it? Had I known it was you earlier, I wouldn't even have bothered to wake up!”

Had she known it was me? What does she mean?

“Did she not sense my presence earlier?” Abby mumbled to herself. But then, Hanna was badly injured until she was on the brink of death and was then fed rottingbane leaves before being tortured during the interrogation with the other rogues.

Obviously, her wolf would be in a bad condition. Abby felt a little bad for her, but only a bit though. This was nothing compared to what her older sister put her through for ten years.

But it wouldn’t do if she refused to talk to her, though, because Abby came searching for her in hopes she could talk about an important matter with her.

“It’s okay if you don’t want to talk to me, but I need something from you,” Abby started, after thinking for a moment.

She didn’t know what kind of mind space Hanna was in right now. She didn’t want to trigger her unnecessarily, because rogues were prone to act on impulse and without thinking much.

Moreover, she didn’t want to hurt Hanna unless it was absolutely necessary, so the only option left was to talk to her from a distance, without approaching her.