Hundred and Thirty Eight

MICHAEL'S POV

For Fuck sake, why do I have to be faced with such amount of crisis every passing day? Why can't something just go right for once and allow me to figure out things my way without any form of stress? I have been on the path to find the fucking woman housing the heir, and I wasn't opportune to do that. And now that I had her friend who knew something about her whereabouts, I woke up to the news of her escape. How do I deal with this situation now, was I going to quit with the search for the mate to find her friend or vice versa?

Fuelled by sheer anger, I marched forward toward the basement, with an upset-looking Steve behind me. I was getting ready to retire back to my room for the day when he arrived at the throne room with urgency, explaining how he went to check up on her and found the cell door opened and the room empty. I made sure she was fed less just to prevent such from happening cause only when she had the energy to stand would she be able to escape.

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