His Sweet Little Mate

After dismissing his father and making arrangements for him to return to the palace, Micah rushed to the guest bedroom, where Abby was being treated.

Even though he tried hard to cut his conversation with Arthur short, it still extended more than he liked and Micah felt annoyed for not being able to stay beside Abby while she needed him.

Even while talking with his father, all he could think about was Abby.

Since her mark hadn’t started healing, their bond was still fragile even though it had been ten days since he marked her.

He could only sense her emotions very vaguely, until her excruciating pain only amounted to an utterly slight discomfort in his chest.

So, he wasn’t really sure what was happening with her and it didn’t sit well with him.

However, only when he hurried to her side did he realize that summoning Nadia was a better call.

‘How did it go?” Micah questioned the healer as he could see there was no frown on Abby’s face anymore.

“We managed to reduce the pain, but the wound won’t close…” Nadia was hesitant to continue.

“She hadn’t woken up yet.” MIcah finished for her as he sat on the chair placed right beside the bed, holding Abby’s hand. “Anything serious with the mark?”

“We don’t know for sure yet. But once Abby wakes up, we are assuming it will start to heal.”

It was Mirella, who answered the King this time.

And Micah understood what she wasn’t actually saying. Even he had that theory.

Maybe Abby didn’t even réalize she was marked, because of how weak her body was now, coupled with the muscle burning pain his forceful mark inflicted on her.

At least, it didn’t get infected like they feared.

So after receiving a brief rundown on her condition, he dismissed the four women before he laid beside his mate.

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After ten days, Micah was finally able to breathe a little easier. Abby would wake up without feeling like drowning in pain and agony this time.

And once she woke up, he hoped her healing process would improve.

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Micah didn’t know when he fell asleep, but by the time he came to himself, he realized he was being hugged tightly by someone.

They were holding onto him as if he was their lifeline, but he didn’t feel any discomfort from their touch. If anything, he enjoyed their hands on him.

And when he finally opened his eyes, he could see Abby hugging him firmly, as she mumbled about in her sleep.

Her voice was so raspy, maybe because it had been a while since she had actually spoken, other than screaming in pain. On a second thought, her throat might have become uncomfortable after screaming

incessantly.

So, it took him more than a minute to understand what she was mumbling.

“Mi…. cah… whe… re… are…. you…?”

The king felt like chuckling after understanding her words.

She was searching for him, while holding onto him.

But then he remembered her wounds and tried to unclasp her hands from around his waist, but Abby wouldn’t cooperate.

“D- don’t… go, Mi… cah.” Text content © NôvelDrama.Org.

Hearing her, Micah didn’t know whether to laugh or cry.

It was clear she wasn’t fully awake yet, and her pain was greatly reduced if she could ignore her wounds and hug him like this, but he knew it wouldn’t be wise enough to aggravate her wounds.

So, Micah could only resort to talking to a half asleep Abby.

“Abby, little one, let up. I’m not going anywhere!” He whispered to her as he rubbed her hair, which was now cut into half of its original length.

Her hair caught fire during her power backlash, and Micah didn’t have another choice but to snip off the damaged hair, until it was only half of her actual length.

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Abby was going to have it with him after she realized what happened to her beautiful long hair.

Meanwhile, it seemed Abby could hear his words as she nodded her head, which was on his chest, but then she hissed hard.

Micah could feel blood seeping into his shirt the next moment and immediately realized she aggravated the mark.

“Little one, don’t

t aggravate your mark further,” Micah whisper-shouted, as he reached out to hold Abby’s hand that was about to seek her neck as if the girl wanted to swat away the discomfort she felt there.

Immediately, the girl gasped. “Mark?” Abby tried to shout, but it came out muffled, as a result of her mouth being pressed into Micah’s upper arm.

So she pulled her head back a little, even though her eyes were still closed, as she asked the same question again.

“Yes, I’ve marked you,” the King revealed, thinking this wouldn’t register in the girl’s mind as she was still half asleep.

He even proceeded to recall why he did what he did ten days back out loud, recounting every little detail, starting from Calpin’s attack to her power backlash, then to him marking her.

He didn’t bother to think about how much of their conversation she would remember when she woke up, or if she would forget it altogether.

He just didn’t want her to aggravate her condition, and if talking to her was giving her the reassurance that he wouldn’t go anywhere, then talking was what he would do. No matter how long.

However, he didn’t realize how Abby was humming softly after each sentence of his, or how she didn’t interrupt him even once.

And as if she could really understand his explanation, Micah felt her loosen her hands around his waist, which made him suspect if she regained her

consciousness.

“Abby, little one, you can hear me?” Micah asked the girl, even though his question didn’t make any sense even to himself.

However, there was no more response from the girl as she didn’t even hum after

him.

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He couldn’t detect any resistance from her when he slipped out of her arms and the bed either.

“Maybe she fell asleep again..”

Micah didn’t have any other theory to describe what actually happened just now.

However, before he could think of shaking the girl awake, someone knocked on the door.

In the next second, a guard’s voice traveled into the room.

“My King, I have something to deliver to you.”

Micah hesitated for a moment before walking toward the door and opened it to receive the report.

“Proceed,” he allowed the guard to talk from across the threshold as he stood in the door.

“We just received a few reports to be delivered to you,” the guard said, looking at the missives in his hands.

The King could only walk the guard away from this room as he entered the room adjacent to deal with the reports first.

Abby had slipped back into slumber anyway, even if she woke up, he wouldn’t be too far to reach her later.

However, he didn’t know he would rush back to the guest bedroom for an entirely different reason two hours later.

And when he did come back, he couldn’t help but curse at himself for not thinking through his decision to mark her hastily.

Because of it, now Abby had gone into heat!