His Sweet Little Mate

It was nearly dusk by the time Alpha Samuel reached the border of the Black Claw pack with his warriors, following the royal warriors.

The carriage Abby and the others took was just behind them with a bunch of royal warriors escorting them safely here.

However, before they could breathe a sigh of relief, they entered the inhabited territory of this pack and all of them felt their souls leave their bodies at the sight before their eyes.

The fortress was on fire. Literally.

Thick clouds of black smoke swirled in the slowly darkening sky as they engulfed what was left of the little evening light, plunging them in darkness before the sun could even escape to the other side of the realm, unable to behold the madness that was being unfolded in this pack.

Countless pack members could be seen standing just outside the pack house, watching helplessly as the fire slowly but surely spread to every part of their fortress.

Some were crying for help, some were searching for their family members, even though they looked like they didn’t dare to hope for a positive outcome.

There were a few who couldn’t even stomach the sight before their eyes, as they stood rooted to the ground, frozen, in shock.

The scene was so devastating, it was obvious the rogues claimed too many lives this time around.

The amount of havoc they had wreaked was unfathomable when they became the reason for the anguish that resonated in the countless hearts of the pack members of the Black Claw pack.

Abby couldn’t believe her eyes when this sight greeted her.

This was even worse than the worst possible scenario she imagined. This was a hundred times. worse if she had to be honest.

Why the hell would someone burn an entire pack?

Even the air smelled like death, the girl felt suffocated just at the sight of this atrocity.

Micah.

She needed to find him.

At this thought, Abby jumped out of the carriage once it stopped behind the stunned royal warriors and Alpha Samuel’s troupe.

“Find the King,” she prompted and immediately every warrior standing before her came to their senses as they started combing through the pack members standing in front of their burning

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fortress.

However, even after waiting for more than ten minutes, none returned with a promising report.

“Negative,” the last group of warriors announced after they bowed down to their future queen.

Not just the King, even the rest of the ten or so members along with the royal gamma couldn’t be found among the crowd there.

They even tried asking the pack members who were calm enough to answer a question or two.

results that could be considered positive.

ly it didn’t yield any

No matter how many times they asked, the only answer they got was they didn’t even see anyone remotely similar to the person they were describing.

Since Micah came in secret, wearing a disguise, no one there knew the King had actually come down to their pack to fend off the rogues.

On the other hand, Abby felt frustrated with every ‘couldn’t find‘ and ‘couldn’t see‘ answers from the warriors.

After seeing the state this pack was in, she couldn’t help but fear the situation Micah was dealing

with now.

However, she didn’t lose hope as she urged them to search one more time.

There must be at least one person who knew about something or saw something or someone.

And so began a second combing, while Abby stood with Mirella and Alyssa near the carriage, watching the warriors fruitless scouring through the wailing pack members.

Abby didn’t think something bad had happened to the King, at least, not yet.

The mate bond she newly discovered after Mirella unlocked her memories was proof enough that Micah didn’t encounter something fatal yet.

Even though they hadn’t completed the bond yet, it was still possible for them to feel each other through the recognized bond.

So, the king’s mate was able to breathe a little easier with the thought she could feel it if something did happen to Micah.

However, the longer she couldn’t find him, the harder it was for her to bear the thought of him. struggling with inadequate aid to get through this hurdle.

Her heart ached for her mate as she felt like going and searching for Micah herself when the warriors returned with the same answer of not being able to find the King or any of the people that followed him to the Black Claw pack three days prior.

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She could see how Alpha Samuel and his warriors along with the royal warriors slowly started to lose hope as their countenances filled with distress with each second that passed.

Abby felt like shouting at the top of her lungs, this estrangement from her mate had left her so rattled, she didn’t think she could breathe normally till she could see Micah safe and sound with her own eyes.

Only her hopes were dashed once again when Alpha Samuel and others returned with empty? hands.

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Just as Abby lifted her leg to go and comb through the crowd herself, she saw an old man. approaching one of the warriors before he said something to the warrior.

The warrior immediately ran to Alpha Samuel and Abby. “Alpha, my lady, he says there were people still fighting near the dungeon.”

The warrior rushed out his words as he looked hopeful at the news, which was reflected equally if not a tenfold in Alpha Samuel and Abby’s eyes.

“I think the King is still fighting with those pests,” Samuel spit out, his voice dripping with animosity.

“But, the whole fortress is engulfed in flames, how will we enter it and provide him any assistance?” One of the warriors pointed out.

Alpha Samuel’s face fell when he realized that part.

However, before he could come up with a plan, he saw Abby walking toward the burning gates with determined steps.

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