His Sweet Little Mate

“Micah!!!” Arthur shouted when he saw his son actually took a stab for that burden of a mate of his, while Neesha was stunned for a moment, as she stood there frozen as if she couldn’t process what just happened for a moment.

On the other hand, Abby who was still covering her eyes, waiting for the inevitable, was jolted out of her fear when she heard such a distressed scream from the former king.

She immediately opened her eyes and what greeted her eyes was the sturdy chest of the King clad in the regal attire. Micah was hugging her.

“Oh my God! Micah!” Abby couldn’t help but grate out in an almost inaudible voice that was clogged by fear when she realized Micah blocked Neesha’s attack and now that he was bleeding from a deep wound on his arm.

Abby felt her head spin at the sight, not to mention how the blood was splattered, literally everywhere. Her face, her hands, the floor, and of course her pale yellow dress. Her dress couldn’t be used for the procession now.

But then the horror didn’t end there as Micah actually pulled the hair pin so callously, as if he couldn’t feel the pain at all, it almost made her faint at the spot. Property © of NôvelDrama.Org.

Micah, on the other hand, couldn’t feel anything but rage, pure and unadulterated fury, as he flicked the hair pin away before facing his father, as if to challenge him if he had enough drama.

When he saw his mother grab the hair pin before pouncing on Abby, who turned defenseless from her fear, he didn’t think twice to jump before his mate and hug her. As a result, Neesha actually stabbed his arm instead of Abby’s face like she intended to.

On the other hand, Neesha couldn’t see what she had done, she only thought that she missed her target; that bloody witch and this didn’t sit well with her.

She immediately turned to the small table beside her, where the jewelry boxes were still scattered, and tried to grab another sharp ornament when Arthur finally came to his senses and rushed forward to stop her.

“Get the royal healer here!!!” Arthur hollered when he saw how the long hair pin that was lodged deeply in his arm was pulled out recklessly by Micah, making more blood drip out of his deep wound.

Within no time, the room was filled with the smell of his blood and Arthur felt sick to the stomach. It was that girl’s blood that should have been shed tonight, but his stubborn son had to interfere and get himself hurt.

He didn’t expect for this to happen at all, it caught him completely off guard and he ended up cursing Abby in his heart. She was truly a bad luck bringer!

He wouldn’t have any regrets even if Neesha ended up killing Abby ‘accidentally,‘ but he didn’t intend for Micah to get hurt. He didn’t even anticipate him getting involved.

Now this is a complete mess!

Nadia didn’t take long to arrive but Arthur couldn’t stay until Micah was treated because only God knows what else Neesha might do if she were to be kept here a moment longer.

So before the royal healer could make her way here, the former king finally left with a still agitated Neesha in his arms, who kept struggling to get her mate away from her.

On the other hand, Abby couldn’t stop the tears that kept flowing down her cheeks as she couldn’t shake off the feeling of dread from just now and also how Neesha hurt Micah until blood splashed everywhere. She was inconsolable. She couldn’t accept the fact Arthur actually could be so cruel like that.

When Arthur barged in earlier demanding Micah to reveal the truth to Neesha, Abby didn’t think too much. But when Neesha lost control just after hearing him say a few words, Abby finally understood how calculative Arthur could get if he wanted something.

Just to make Micah leave her, the man actually resorted to instigate his own mate until she practically turned insane and didn’t hold back from trying to attack someone in broad daylight

The crazy look on Neesha’s face when she suddenly lifted her head to look at her right before she lunged at her would haunt her forever. Just thinking about it was still sending shivers down her spine, she couldn’t help but tremble like a leaf in a heavy storm.

Looking at her, Micah felt so worried, he tried to calm her down but to no avail. “It’s okay, little one, she’s gone now.”

All his rage and disgruntlement disappeared in the face of his mate’s tears as he spoke to her in a soft voice, not wanting to frighten her further.

On the other hand, the girl was scared out of her wits until her throat couldn’t produce any sound when she tried to speak to her mate as she wanted to ask him how his wound was. But then Micah understood her silent question when she kept looking at his wound and then searching his eyes.

“It’s just a small wound. It will heal in no time,” the king said, his voice still gentle as he helped her to sit properly on the sofa, before settling beside her.

Even though Micah tried to play it down, he still couldn’t convince the girl to calm down or stop crying when the blood kept soaking his arm, before dripping onto the floor in a steady rhythm.

Abby scowled, forgetting about her own dread for a second as she looked at Micah, as if

asking how in the world he could call that a small wound.

Before the king could placate his little mate a bit more, however, Nadia announced her presence, following her came Ezgar.

They hurriedly bowed to the king and then Nadia inquired what happened when she sensed the thick smell of blood in the room.

“My King!” She bowed to the King, and immediately scoured her eyes over Abby, with worry evident in her voice, because she thought it was actually the girl who got hurt, when she looked so inconsolable while the King tried to coax her in a soft voice. “What happened to her? Why is there so much blood?”

However, the royal healer soon realized that it was their king that got hurt and she couldn’t voice her doubts as to who would be daring enough to hurt Micah in the palace.

On the other hand, even though she was still so frightened until she could feel her legs shake, as there was no strength left in them, Abby still pushed herself to urge Micah to get treated first as she gestured for Nadia to take her place.

Micah wanted to refuse, because he didn’t think it was a serious wound, but then he stayed silent as he didn’t want to worry Abby further.

“Lady Abby, let me help you to the chair,” Ezgar, who had been silent until now, told her. He offered his arm to her as he carefully led her to the chair at the table behind the sofa, before, offering her a glass of water.

Micah couldn’t help but frown when he saw Abby being surprisingly close to Ezgar.

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