His Sweet Little Mate

By the time Abby finished her story, Mirella walked forward from behind her and stood in front of her with this strange look in her eyes.

Abby didn’t understand what made this witch look unapproachable again. Did she say something she found inconceivable?

And how surprised she was when the witch actually asked her something she didn’t expect at all. Yet again.

you sure your mother is a shifter?” The witch asked her, her expression completely incomprehensible to Abby.

“What?” The girl asked her back, not understanding why she felt the need to doubt her mother’s origins.

“Do people always have to repeat what they say to you three or four times for you to understand their words?” Mirella sounded a little too impatient and Abby was left speechless.

“No, I was just surprised by your random questions.” Abby admitted truthfully, almost forgetting about her tears in the face of this witch’s extreme mood swings.

“So?” The witch asked as she stepped back to sit on the chair at the table before waving her hand a linde.

Abby then saw how her dress got mended in the next second and looked at Mirella with wide eyes as she couldn’t comprehend her actions at all.

The witch simply gave her a look before swinging her eyes between Abby and the chair across the same table she was sitting at.

Taking the hint, a dumbfounded Abby found herself walking to the table and then flopping onto the chair across from the witch’s. She rested her hands in her lap when she didn’t know where to PUL put them.

What in the world was happening here?

Why rip her dress then mend it again as if there was nothing wrong in doing so?

Abby even felt like everything that happened after she stepped into this room was just her imagination when she looked at the blank look in Mirella’s eyes.

But her still wet cheeks were enough proof that she wasn’t imagining things.

“I’m still waiting for your answer,” Mirella said when Abby just stared at her, not being able to comprehend her actions or words.

“I’m sure she is a shifter,” Abby could only answer her with what she believed to be true all her life..

She had seen her mother shift into her beast with her own eyes.

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Even though it had been a decade since it happened, because of the limited memories she had with her mother, it was impossible for her to mix up a thing this big when her own father made sure she

would never forget a thing about her mother by blaming her for killing his mate for years.

“Tsk!” Mirella made a sound of disapproval in response to her claims and once again, Abby found herself frowning at the witch.

“I saw it with my own eyes. Abby couldn’t help but stress this point when all this witch did confuse her while not helping her like they expected her to.

“Really? Why don’t you think a little harder?” Mirella pinned her with an even weirder look this

time.

“Think hard?” Abby asked her as she thought the witch was just saying whatever she wanted without a rhyme or reason.

Even so, she tried to heed her words, but the result was the same. Her mother was a shifter. “I don’t

think…”

Abby started, wanting to make Mirella understand that she was just mistaken about her mother, as the memory in her head was so vivid. There was no way she remembered it wrongly.

But she trailed off after uttering her third word as she felt her head starting to hurt the more she tried to think about that particular memory of hers, where she saw her mother shifting into her small but beautiful silver white wolf.

Abby couldn’t help but grab her head as the pain intensified with each second that passed until it got so unbearable she had to close her eyes.

“Wh- what are y- you doing to me?” The girl almost screamed when Mirella sat there with this calm. look on her face.

“Helping you to think better.”

This was what Abby heard before her head felt like it would explode any second now.

She almost cursed when she suddenly felt all her memories swirl in her mind, just like the saying how one’s entire life would flash before their eyes right before they realized they were going to die.

“The hell is wrong with you?‘ Abby screamed at the top of her lungs but she couldn’t hear her own voice when her memories took her to the very day her mother died by her hands.

Only this didn’t seem like any run down one’s memory lane as she could see the young Abby, who was just nine years old, standing in front of the very fireplace that haunted her for the past ten

years.

Abby couldn’t believe her eyes as she watched everything that happened on that fateful day in their old pack house flash before eyes vividly once more.

How the fire actually broke, out, how she got this huge and ugly scar of hers.

Everything

When the voices from the inside suddenly stopped, Micah actually thought that the witch was wise enough not to continue provoking him.

He believed Abby would come running to him now that she stopped crying. So he calmed down on his own, not wanting to startle his little one with his rage filled face.

Even Alpha Samuel thought that Mirella finally came to her senses. So when the King looked approachable again, he walked back to him and stood beside him silently.

However, no matter how long they waited, there was no sign of people coming out of this hut..

They couldn’t even sense them for that matter.

Only then did the King realize that the witch had actually put a restriction spell around her place, blocking out everything from inside and vice versa.

Immediately, he felt his rationale going up in flames as he couldn’t know what condition Abby was in anymore.

Alpha Samuel felt his heart drop with this sudden turn of events.

This was turning weirder the longer Abby stayed with Mirella.

But the worst was yet to come.

Just when the King looked like he would annihilate every one of his pack members, a faint sound of someone saying ‘no, no,‘ followed by a few heartfelt apologies reached their cars again.

It seemed like Lady Abby’s voice.

When this thought got registered in his mind, Alpha Samuel felt his soul leaving his body.

He immediately dashed to the King whose eyes turned so red, they looked like they could shoot fire out of them in the next second.

“My king, calm down, please,” Alpha Samuel pleaded with the King. It was no different from risking his own life.

“HOW THE HELL AM I SUPPOSED TO CALM DOWN WHEN MY MATE IS SCREAMING IN DISTRESS!!” Micah didn’t hold back at all as he barked at the poor alpha who only wanted to save his own pack.NôvelDrama.Org: owner of this content.

Because the reaction he got from the King was so violent, Alpha Samuel felt his breath turning short from all the superior alpha dominance Micah was using on him.

“IL” Alpha Samuel found himself stuttering when the King looked like he did not mind tearing the Alpha apart before getting to the door. “This..

The Alpha wanted to say that there was something completely wrong with this situation, but no matter how hard he tried, his voice wouldn’t come out.

Tell me what the hell is happening here!”

While he was still trying to find his own voice, he heard Micah ask him questions one after another.

“Is this witch even legit?”

Alpha Samuel nodded his head vigorously as he couldn’t trust his own voice at this point.

This was actually embarrassing, as his warriors were watching him, but it was the King of the werewolves he was facing. So he could only bite his tongue and try not to provoke him even further.

What was that headstrong witch doing defying the King like this?

Didn’t she love her life anymore?

On the other hand. Micah felt even more infuriated when Samuel wouldn’t say anything.

He wanted to hear him say it, so he could keep his beast at the bay and stop himself from wreaking havoc.

Abby was still inside, the witch could do anything to her if she felt threatened by him

Only this thought was stopping the sovereign from letting his wolf run rampant like it wanted.

What caught your tongue?” Micah roared at the Alpha when he wouldn’t say anything to support his silent claims.

“She is more legit than anyone we can find in this kingdom,” Alpha Samuel said in a rush.

But in his haste, he sounded purely patronising.

Only when Micah narrowed his eyes at him, did Alpha Samuel gulp hard before answering the King again. “I mean. I think she is because even though she looks quite young, she is actually more than a hundred years old.”

Alpha Samuel chose his words wisely this time.

Under Micah’s oppressive gaze, he explained how it was rare to find witches in this part of the realm.

So someone as old as Mirella was definitely someone they could rely on.

After all, it was not everyday one could meet a witch here.

“I agree it seems a little weird,” Alpha Samuel said slowly, even though it was not just a little weird.

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But then the hut fell silent again, attracting Micah’s attention and prompting Alpha Samuel to stop

talking.

Around an hour later, the door of the hut opened on its own and Abby walked out from inside.