The Devil's Betrothed novel Chapter 691

Chapter 691: A Dragon Tattoo

Just then, his mate stirred in her sleep. Alerted, Arlan gazed at her, wondering how she would react upon seeing him—her mate—after completing the bond. He was curious to see her reaction to the mark, but more importantly, to discover who she would wake up as—Oriana or Esmeray.

It didn’t matter to him, as he had accepted them both. However, if she was Esmeray, he was unsure how she would react, as they had never directly communicated. Her hair was still the shade of black, suggesting Esmeray.

She finally opened her eyes and looked at the ceiling, her irises red, confirming to Arlan that it was Esmeray.

"Good morning," he said softly, wanting to catch her attention and make her aware of his presence.

She turned to look at him, her red eyes staring at him silently.

"Did you sleep well?" he asked, knowing he would have to initiate the conversation. Seeing no threatening darkness in her eyes, he was reassured she was not the anger-filled demoness anymore.

She didn’t answer but continued to look at him silently. Arlan cautiously moved his hand to caress her cheek. She didn’t pull away, signaling that she recognized him.

"Are you feeling alright?" he asked gently, aware of what his beast had done to her. "Esmeray?"

The sound of her name finally brought a change in her. She slowly turned to face him, surprising him. Just as his hand caressed her cheek, she moved her hand to his and gently caressed it, her lips moving only to say his name. "Arlan."

He felt his heart skip a beat, unsure of what exactly he felt. It wasn’t the first time she had called his name, but perhaps it was different because she was Esmeray.

Not knowing what to do, he stayed still as he watched her gaze shift to his left hand, which had stopped caressing her cheek. Her hand moved from his face, along his neck gently, making him swallow and still under her touch, feeling the traces of heat she left behind wherever she touched.

But there was a difference. It was not a touch meant to seduce him. Perhaps she was doing it for her own amusement. As her fingertips reached his bare shoulder and moved toward his elbow, something happened. His left hand, from his elbow to his wrist, began to be covered in spirals of darkness, and soon a strange design started to appear on it.

In surprise, Arlan watched the darkness fade away, only to have his eyes widen in astonishment. A golden dragon tattoo had appeared on his hand, spiraling beautifully from his elbow, with its long tail circling down to his wrist. Finally, he had a dragon tattoo—the one his mate had longed to see.

Arlan looked at Oriana—Esmeray. His Dragon had finally stopped being a jerk and had given his mate what she wished for, and he swore it was beautiful. It was a sign that his Dragon and his human side had finally surrendered to each other.

Esmeray’s fingers traced the gold dragon tattoo, her eyes unable to look away from it.

"Esmeray, would you like to see something as well?" he asked.