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.”

Moreover, no matter what spells she used, Micah’s beast either dodged it or deflected it, Mirella couldn’t do much but distract the king from killing Alan immediately.

“He seems much stronger.” Abby noted as she watched Alan and Mirella struggle to fight Micah with a pained expression on her face. She was conflicted now because she could see neither Alan nor Mirella could hold Micah back for long.

They might even get themselves seriously injured at this point. Just then she saw Mirella’s fireball literally bounce back from Micah, and almost hit the witch. She managed to avoid the disaster at the last second.

However, how did Micah manage to turn Mirella’s power against herself? Something was not adding up. Abby knew she had to join the fight too, only she didn’t want to hurt him. She just learned he was still alive.

And her fire was no joke, it would do some serious damage to him if she lost control, because if Micah got burned heavily, even his royal bloodline couldn’t do much to help him heal from it quickly. This is simply nuts!

Abby wanted to curse, but then she saw Alan being pinned by Micah, who looked like he was seconds away from biting Alan’s head off, while Mirella had no way to attack the king without hurting Alan.

The queen had no choice now, so she gritted her teeth and rushed toward the two beasts.