His Sweet Little Mate

“Now Queen Abby will say a few words, addressing the kingdom and our people,” the former king, Arthur, announced the moment Micah finished uttering his promise to her and stepped back to resume his position beside her after placing the crown on her head.

Only the girl didn’t feel ready no matter how hard she tried as she kept rubbing her palms on her hands, out of others sight, trying to dry the sweat that kept pooling between her fingers. If she could, she would have preferred to wring her hands, so as to keep them from getting cold from anxiety.

She wanted to seek Micah’s hand subtly so as to draw some comfort into her own being, to slow down her adrenaline fueled heartbeat, but her mate was o distracted to notice her silent plea.

I’m going to ruin everything… Oh my g od, what should I do?

“I…” She opened her mouth, but even she couldn’t hear her

Voice. Abby felt like crying

the hundreth time in the

for

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span of thirty seconds.

“Queen Abby, is there any problem?” Arthur asked finally, his voice taking an almost unnoticeable hard edge and Abby felt her throat burn from how dry it became in the next second.

Micah finally seemed to have realized something was wrong with his mate as he turned to her, but before he could voice his question, Abby found herself shaken to her core when she saw how his expression changed from concerned to absolute rage as he bared his canines right before turning away from her.

Abby couldn’t process what was happening when a vicious snarl left Micah’s lips as he looked around the great hall, looking like he was getting ready to jump at someone among the guests.

“Micah,” Abby called to him, her voice just a wisp of vapor behind him as she grabbed his arm, but her hold on him loosened immediately when a voice reverberated in this huge

room.

“Rogues!”

Someone hollered at the top of their lungs as bestial growls filled the air as if you could locate a different growl from each corner of this room.

With horror filled eyes, Abby saw how rogues jump at the people in the room with intention to tear them apart. Only that wasn’t the most shocking revelation to her. Because

every she could see guards immediately surrounding all the important people that came to attend

the ceremony, before deftly escorting them out of the room while the royal warriors clad in battle gear started fighting the enemies.

But then she saw Ezgar run toward them in a rush with several warriors in his tow before bowing to Micah, while a few warriors stood around this small group as a human barricade, preventing the rogues from jumping at Abby and Micah.

“My King, we have an opening to escort Queen Abby out safely,” Ezgar informed the king and Abby couldn’t believe her ears when Micah turned to her.

“Leave with them, and wait for me,” the King told Abby as he pushed her toward Ezgar, whose signature smile was nowhere in sight, indicating how serious the situation was.

“No, Micah, you should leave with me,” Abby pleaded with her mate as she tightened her hold on his hand, only her strength couldn’t compare to that of the king who shook off her hand easily.

“Just listen and go,” Micah said, still sounding gentle and after exchanging a look with Ezgar, he swiftly signaled his warriors to make way for him to join the battle and he disappeared into the rogues that kept swarming the royal warriors.

“Lady Abby, let’s go.”

On the other hand, the rogues were quite surprised that the king was prepared for this well planned ambush, no matter whom they tried to target, given all guests that arrived in the capital were quite prominent in this kingdom, hailing from formidable backgrounds, all they met with was failure.

They couldn’t harm a single person here while their fellow rogues started to fall, losing lives at the hands of the royal warriors who didn’t seem to have anything but killing rogues in their minds. The air was filled with the smell of blood and death cries of the

rogues.

The ambush they planned had now turned into a trap for themselves!

Even when they tried to go after the warriors that were deftly escorting the elders and other important figures out of the great hall, they couldn’t go more than fifteen feet from this place being completely dominated by their enemies.

Abby saw how Ezgar slashed two rogues until their heads rolled to the ground with his bare claws, and felt her knees go weak with fear.

This is pure madness!

No matter where you looked, all you could see was blood and severed limbs. Abby felt her stomach churn at the memory when the death cries kept echoing in her ears even when they managed to escort her to the safeplace without a single scratch on her body or a tiny stain of

blood on her dress.

“Lady Abby, I’ll get someone to attend to you while you are here, please wait here,” Ezgar told her, and after making sure she nodded her head, agreeing to stay where she was, the man left in quick strides.

Abby lifted her head and saw how this underground basement was filled with the very guests she dared not to meet in the eyes during the ceremony and the irony wasn’t lost on her.

In her mind, fighting those rogues with her incomplete memories over her fire magic powers would be far better than being locked up with all these people whose prying eyes wouldn’t stop making her feel uncomfortable.

To make things worse, they kept whispering to each other, even though all she could hear was them wondering about the attack out there, she couldn’t help but feel like they were talking about her and it left her restless.

She could only divert herself from those thoughts by thinking what was happening with Micah and the others.

And the king couldn’t help but feel something was totally off with this attack when the rogues looked to be at a disadvantage even though their numbers were nothing but intimidating.

Their usual ferocity was nowhere in sight. Even though he was well prepared to crush them, these rogues seemed too weak to attack on the palace.

What was he missing?!