His Sweet Little Mate

When Abby followed the woman named Mirella, apparently the very witch she came to the Red River pack to meet with, into her dwelling, she wasn’t expecting to see what her eyes were greeted with the further she walked into this seemingly remote yet small hut.

Even though it seemed small from the outside, it looked spacious enough with different racks that were filled with all kinds of herbs and potion bottles erected along the walls of this hut.

But there were no doors that could lead them to any other rooms. There wasn’t any sort

niture either.

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To her knowledge, the witch lived here alone. So Abby couldn’t help but wonder about where Mirella would cook or sleep. However, her line of thought was disrupted when she heard the witch’s siren–like voice clearly for the first time.

“Follow me, lady?” Mirella turned to her as she raised her eyebrows in question, as if asking for her

name.

“A–Abby,” Abby immediately answered the witch. She then saw her walk toward the largest shelf in the far back of this hut.

“Okay,” the witch nodded her head, acknowledging her answer. “Lady Abby, why don’t you take a seat first?” Mirella told a dumbfounded Abby gesturing to her left with her hand.

The girl was stupefied when the witch told her to sit, because there were no chairs or tables to at least perch on here. Not even a bed but Mirella actually asked her to sit.

However, Abby couldn’t believe her eyes when she followed the witch’s hand and saw a small table along with two chairs in the corner. Didn’t she just scour the entire hut, how did she miss this table?!

Not knowing how to react, Abby just picked up her jaw from the floor for the second time this noon as she walked toward the small table to sit down as she was told.

“So, what do you want to talk about?” Mirella didn’t waste any time when she cut to the chase as she approached Abby, her steps featherlight and graceful.

Abby didn’t know where to start when she asked her directly like this. She felt conflicted to talk about her weird situation out loud and discuss it with this witch when the look she directed toward herself was so scrutinizing. This material belongs to NôvelDrama.Org.

It was as if the witch didn’t think Abby was suitable to be Micah’s mate. Just like everyone else who learned she was the one.

All of a sudden, Abby felt scared that the King was actually so wrong and by the time she left this hut, she would have solid proof why she couldn‘ feel the mate bond in the first place. Because she wasn’t his mate at all.

This thought scared her so much Abby literally started sweating under Mirella’s unforgiving gaze,

On the other hand, Mirella didn’t seem to notice the change in Abby at all as she continued to

speak in her monotonous voice. “King Micah already told me that you weren’t sure about the mate bond between you two…

Mirella trailed off, making Abby sweat even more. Abby’s insecurities chose to make an appearance at the worst possible situation as she regretted agreeing to come to this witch when the look in Mirella’s blue eyes turned even more weird in the next second.

Was she really not Micah’s mate? Was that why the witch was looking at her strangely?

“Wh–what happened?” Abby couldn’t help but stutter as she felt her confidence crumble even

more.

And the witch’s response was something that would have never crossed Abby’s wildest dreams.

Because what Mirella did was actually pull Abby to her feet, holding her right hand and before the girl even had time to react, the former did something even more flabbergasting.

She actually tore her dress apart, exposing her left shoulder so violently, the yelp that was about to escape her lips turned into a shrill scream in the next second.

However, the assault didn’t stop at that as the witch wasn’t done ruining her dress yet. The first time she could only rip her dress along her left sleeve, but this time, she turned her around and gave her half tattered dress another harsh tug at the neck, which tore the back of her dress until her back was fully exposed.

And that action also pulled out another scream from Abby which was followed by loud banging from the door.

Abby realized it was Micah and immediately wanted to scream for help, but Mirella beat her to it as she denied the King any entry.

“Don’t come inside,” Mirella said coolly and then proceeded to release her hand which immediately prompted Abby to cover her bosom from being completely exposed now that even her undergarments were torn in the back.

The girl struggled to hold the front of her dress as she tried to scramble to the wall to her left. wanting to hide her nudity.

Only she couldn’t move an inch after the first step she took, as if her body forgot how locomotion actually worked.

She then watched with bulging eyes how the witch actually took her time to walk to her left before she started studying her scars. The very scars that always made her feel so small and less as a

shifter.

Abby couldn’t understand why this witch was humiliating her to this extent when she had never even met her before.

Not even Hanna, her older sister, ever treated her this harshly, big drops of tears immediately started falling from Abby’s reddened eyes.

On the other hand, Mirella didn’t stop at her shoulder as she continued to scan her back as well,

making Abby cry even harder as she started hiccuping badly.

Hearing her cry so miserably, Mirella actually chided her in the next second. “Stop acting like a

child.”

And Abby felt her heart drop at the coldness in her voice.

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On the other hand, Micah’s hands shook with the indecisiveness that started racking his frame when the witch didn’t allow him to enter her hut.

However, even before a full minute could pass, the King felt his rage going out of control as he could hear Abby hiccuping pitifully

His mate was crying.

What in the world did this witch do to her until Abby was crying her grievances out like that?

Abby would rarely let out her sobs, so if she was crying this hard, something serious must have happened.

Thinking up to this, Micah’s body started shaking as his beast began fighting him for control.

“My King, calm down,” Alpha Samuel, who saw that the King was so enraged until his eyes looked like he wanted to set this entire forest on fire, couldn’t help but step in to stop the King.

However, Micah wasn’t in the mood to listen to anyone. “Back off.”

That was the only thing he said to the Alpha who realized there was nothing he could do now.

Immediately, he stepped back from the door and the angry king, who shifted into his mighty black wolf in the next second.

As soon as he shifted, the black wolf didn’t hesitate to start clawing at the wooden door while roaring in fury.

Only, the door wouldn’t budge at all as if it was made out of the strongest material in this realm instead of normal wood.

This only fueled Micah’s anger further as he roared even louder while trying to take down this damn door that was stopping himself from rushing to his distressed mate.

Mirella was taking her time to analyze the scars on Abby’s body when they heard loud roars from the outside which were followed by sounds of claws scratching at the door.

Abby, who couldn’t even move her head, could only cry silently while her eyes tried to move to the door which seemed close yet so far at this moment.

“Why couldn’t he listen?” Abby heard Mirella whisper in the same annoying tone she chided her with and in the next second, the hut fell completely silent.

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The girl didn’t understand what happened for a second, but then she remembered she was dealing with a witch.

She actually put a spell around this hut to block out the sounds? Or did she actually make it hard for the King to enter the room as well?

She could easily put a restriction spell and Micah might not be able to take it down, no matter how strong a shifter he was.

Both thoughts were equally terrifying to her

Because if it was the first case, there would be no way for her to keep an ear on the outside and anticipate the King’s break in to save her.

However, if the second possibility was true, Abby didn’t dare imagine what more this witch would do to her before Micah could reach her.

This made her cry even harder but she didn’t dare make any noise, not wanting to provoke this crazy witch any further.

But the witch didn’t let her stew in this inner turmoil of hers long as she opened her mouth again, only her voice was thoughtful this time.

“How did you get this scar?” Mirella was just short of touching her skin directly as Abby could feel her fingers hovering just inches from her scars.

“Wh- what?” Abby had to gulp a few times to let out this single worded question as she frowned at the witch’s question.

She couldn’t hear her past the ringing that started in her ears from all the crying.

“This scar, from your shoulder to the back, how did you get it?” The witch repeated in a slightly irritated tone, as if her thought process was interrupted by Abby’s voice.

“My scar?” Abby repeated after her, sounding dumbfounded.

This only made the witch lose her patience even more. “Did I stutter?” Mirella sounded annoyed. again, leaving Abby stupefied.

Why was she so interested in her scars?

She wanted to ask the witch the same question, but then she decided against it when she remembered she couldn’t afford to offend her.

After weighing her options, Abby concluded that there was no way out of this situation other than coming clean.

Only the thought of that very day made her grieve again as she recalled whatever she could about the incident that took her mother away from her before turning her into a monster in her father’s

eyes.

“When I was nine years old, a fire broke out in our old pack house…” Abby started, her voice soft as she pushed herself to recount what happened that day.

She told Mirella how she had been ignorant enough to play with fire literally, and that she couldn’t really remember what happened very vividly.

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She went to the fireplace to throw some fire wood in, so the fire wouldn’t die out so looked really small in her eyes and she wanted a big fire.

However, Abby felt impatient to wait for all the wood to burn, so she wanted to pour some oil into the fire.

But since she wasn’t careful enough and the oil skin was quite slippery, she spilled all the oil in front of the fireplace until it caused the fire to spread to the carpet and then other furniture.

In no time, the entire room was in flames as everything in it started being engulfed by the fire. Then her clothes caught fire as well, feeling the pain, Abby cried her lungs out.

“Hearing my cries, my mother came to rescue me, but ended up losing her life.”

When Abby came to this part, her voice shook a little as she trailed off. But the witch didn’t seem to catch it as if she was deep in thought.

And then Abby told her how she fell unconscious for a few days after.

Finished with her monologue, Abby fell silent as the witch continued to stare at her.

“Are you sure your mother is a shifter?” The witch asked her at last.