His Sweet Little Mate by Obticeo Decatect

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?

not, prevent him

mulling over how to deal with this situation, Arthur made

others restrain Micah, but refrain from hurting him too much." Alan fired the orders away. "Capture him

to save his king and bestfriend, bewitched or not. They

the dark mages first, with the help of the royal warriors

waste a second as he followed through

his soldiers. So

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

other hand, Abby paled with each word that Deion said

to stop him." Abby found herself shaking when she learned Alan ordered the

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

at all, but she didn't expect even her wildest imaginations

jumped to her feet. "This won't do. I'm

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