His Sweet Little Mate novel (Abby and Micah) novel Chapter 175

Abby couldn’t believe her eyes, her Micah was still alive. She had been right all along. Her breath stuttered at the sight of him.

Tears pricked her eyes, as she started toward him. Twin flames wreathed around her arms as she flung fireball after fireball at the rogues and dark magic users that were in her way and fighting the royal warriors to the death.

The girl had only her mate in her eyes and she was going to get to him. But she was quickly stopped by Mirella, who grabbed her arms. Seeing which, Abby immediately put out her fire.

“Mirella!” Abby gasped as she tried to shake off the witch out of instinct, so she could run to her man. She missed him so much. There were so many things she needed to tell him. She needed to tell him about their adorable son, Arlo. Only she knew how long she had been waiting for this moment.

“Abby, get yourself together. Micah is not himself now.” The witch’s words felt like a bucket of freezing cold water tipped over her head and Abby felt her heart tighten. Seeing Micah after so many months for the first time, she momentarily forgot that Micah was ensorcelled now.

“Calpin, that damn bastard. Micah must be hurting.” Abby was sure because she knew her mate wouldn’t have given up control willingly.

“Okay, Abby, deep breaths first!” Mirella pulled her to the side, she couldn’t believe how reckless Abby had been. She could have seriously hurt herself before she even made it to Micah.

She was supposed to help Dax restrain the king, but then she saw Abby losing control. She had to make a quick decision and she chose to stop Abby from harming herself.

On the other hand, Abby struggled to calm herself for a bit, but then with the help of the witch, she managed to regain her composure.

But then she saw how a few warriors had now surrounded them, forming a barrier while the witch also tried to help hold off the rogues that tried to attack them. Abby immediately rejoined the fight, but Mirella didn’t let her overexert herself.

“What is the exact situation, Mirella?” Abby asked, hardening her heart for the witch’s explanation, as she hurled a fireball at a stray rogue who tried to snap his canines at an unaware warrior, as he was fighting another rogue.

The witch understood what she meant. “It seems to be some ancient spell, I tried to probe a little, but my magic was rebounded quite badly. I can’t get to the King.”

Mirella tried to let her magic flow into Micah’s being, but it was as if there was an invisible barrier around the man, no matter how powerful a spell she used, the result was the same. She couldn’t reach him at all.

“This is no ordinary sorcery. It is safe to say he is hypnotized, but by dark magic.”