His Sweet Little Mate

Alan couldn't believe what he was seeing. Standing on the opposite side of the rapidly melting palace gates was Micah, clearly alive but was distinctly different from the person he knew. But it wasn't possible, right? He could feel the familiarity from him, however, there were also a lot of things that told him Micah was nothing like himself from before he went missing. Starting from his gaze, the way he carried himself, the aura. Everything felt different. Even his scent was greatly altered.

But to make things worse, several dozens of magic users were behind him, and from Mirella's deduction, he realized they practiced dark magic.

This didn't look good at all and he felt conflicted to even think what could have possibly made Micah do what he was doing right now. "King Micah?!"

It was Mirella, who stepped forward from behind the royal beta as she tried to take a closer look at the man, who radiated dark energy so potent, it left the royal warriors edgy all over.

But the only response the witch got was a vicious growl, however, that wasn't the most bizarre thing, because, the moment Micah snarled violently, the flames still licking the palace gates danced balefully, as if they were influenced by the emotions running through Micah's frame.

Without a second thought, Alan swiftly pulled Mirella back, as the woman gasped at the turn of events. "Alan, the king is most likely under a spell." "What?" Alan had an inclination, but he still found himself shocked when Mirella confirmed his guess.

Mirella didn't have a problem repeating herself. "He didn't even seem to realize what had happened to him, nor did he know what he was doing."

From the dark energy reeking from his aura, Mirella could tell how powerful the spell that had been cast upon Micah's consciousness. He looked completely composed, but the differences people like Alan could notice about him were so profound, she dreaded just how far gone Micah was in his own head.

Alan felt his heartbeat stutter at her explanation, but he finally understood why Micah seemed awfully different. What should he do now?

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When the royal beta was still mulling over how to deal with this situation, Arthur made the decision for him. They couldn't take any chances where countless lives were at stake.

"Mirella, help Dax and the others restrain Micah, but refrain from hurting him too much." Alan fired the orders away. "Capture him alive at any cost."

Now that he was alive, Alan knew he had to save his king and bestfriend, bewitched or not. They just had to be careful enough.

Alan quickly made up his mind as he decided to take care of the dark mages first, with the help of the royal warriors and of course, Arthur.

"Warriors, charge forward and kill them all." Alan didn't waste a second as he followed through his promise and lunged at the magic users.

Even though they could use magic power, he was fast enough, the same was true for his soldiers. So if they made use of their speed, they would be able to suppress them in no time.

However, the only problem was; their numbers shouldn't dwindle before they had a chance to make good of their promise to kill them. After all, half of their soldiers were now busy fighting the rogues while the other half were escorting their people to the safe place they had prepared.Some sentences are incomplete if you are not reading this novel on Jo bn ib.com. Visit J o bni b.com to read the complete chapters for free. So the quicker they attacked them, the better chance it would leave them to gain an upper hand in this battle.

On the other hand, Abby paled with each word that Deion said to her, passing on the messages he received through the mindlink.

"This is absurd. They won't be able to stop him." Abby found herself shaking when she learned Alan ordered the warriors to capture Micah. "He is too strong, moreover, he is their king."

They would have a hard time fighting against the supreme alpha dominance of Micah, let alone capturing him, they wouldn't even be able to stand for more than ten seconds if their king let his beast take over and suppress them. "Calpin. That damn bastard. What did he do to Micah, until he charged at his own people?" Abby felt her head spin the more she heard what was happening there.

Abby didn't underestimate Calpin at all, but she didn't expect even her wildest imaginations would fall short before his ruthless and malevolent ideas. This was beyond absurd!

Suddenly, Abby jumped to her feet. "This won't do. I'm going there."

This time, no matter what Deion said, or how Arthur made her promise to stay behind, Abby couldn't sit still. Her personal guard also knew this, but he couldn't say he agreed with her decision to rush out into literal chaos. Before she even took a step toward the door, his queen turned to him with a somber expression on her pale face. "Deion, don't let Arlo get hurt."

"Yes, my queen!" Deion bowed to her.

Abby turned to Arlo as she picked him up and kissed him on the forehead. "Mother loves you, more than anything else in this world." After that, she handed over Arlo to Deion. "Protect Arlo and Neesha."

Once outside the door to Neesha's room, she ordered the guards to be alert, before letting a few follow her to the palace gates.

The word chaos couldn't begin to cover what was happening near the entrance of the palace, but the way her whole frame trembled just at the sight of Micah, now facing off with Alan, overshadowed every other thought in her mind. "He is alive." Abby was overwhelmed, as a myriad of emotions racked through her body, but happiness dominated them all. She was glad she was right.

However, the next moment she saw Alan turn into his beast as he pounced on Micah, who also shifted into his beast to meet with Alan mid air.

Vicious roars filled the air as the two beasts tangled in a ferocious battle.