The Devil's Cursed Witch novel Chapter 162

His little mate’s frightened reaction caused Draven to let out an unamused smirk on his handsome face.

“Didn’t you say you are ready to consummate our bond?”

Under that intimidating gaze that stared at her as if he was peering into her true thoughts, Ember could not say a word, and instead, she gripped the top fabric of her dress closer to her chest as if to cover herself better along with her increasing anxiety.

Though his scent was affecting her senses, that anxiety she was feeling was keeping her sane.

“You don’t want to?” Draven asked, not willing to back down.

This day would be a lesson for her to be careful about the things she says and start to understand reality–that what she concluded was wrong. While biting was included, it was not the only thing she needed to do.

“I-I want to…but…I am a little scared,” she voiced out her situation.

“At least you know to be scared,” he said, his tone a little sarcastic. “I thought you lacked basic survival instincts, coming at me so fearlessly because of my scent.”

Ember felt like she was being wrongly accused as she never tried to go at him–well, at least not intentionally. It was his intoxicating scent that would mess up her mind every time he was close, and there was no one else to blame for it except Draven himself. “Your scent is so good that I don’t even understand my reactions.”

“Now you blame it on my scent instead of trying your best to resist it and working on adapting to your new reality? Even if you didn’t mean to do things, does that exempt you from the consequences of your own actions?” _{ƒгeewebnovёl.com}

He spoke like a strict person who would not take any excuses from her.

“No, no! I mean, it’s not…I don’t mean to–” she tried to deny. With each passing moment, he looked scarier to her.

“If you want to consummate the bond with me then you have to follow what I say without failure or mistake,” he said in a commanding tone. Draven knew they don’t have much time left before the full moon, and this could be a good opportunity to deal with the naivety of his mate.

‘Does he want to take my clothes off right now?’ she wondered when she heard what he said and heard him insist.

“Well, will you or will you not?”

‘I have to be a good mate…A good wife..’ she repeated in her mind, consoling herself it was fine.

Ember let out a shaky breath before nodding and straightening her body in front of him. Ever so slowly, she removed her hands from her chest as if to silently say she was letting her defence go.

“I will…” she answered him with her gaze lowered, not knowing how to feel about her daring action when she was dying with anxiety inside.

“First,” Draven started, “you need to learn how to keep your mind sane–“

Ember opened her mouth as if to say something, but Draven continued, not letting her speak.

“–even if you feel affected by my scent. You are capable of taking control over your actions, so be responsible for them. Resist and do not let the influence of the bond make you do things you wouldn’t do. Understood?”

Each of his words gave pressure on her as if trying to force his demands inside her mind.