The Devil's Cursed Witch novel Chapter 170

The way he looked at her scared her, but then Ember suddenly let out a relieved smile as her eyes turned elsewhere.

Someone arrived and landed next to the two of them.

Draven was too focused on his mate that he only realized the new presence when he saw his mate’s eyes brighten up, seeing the one who had just arrived. Her expression made it seem like she saw an angel coming to save her from the jaws of a terrifying demon.

A handsome man with ash grey wings folded his majestic wings behind him.

“Morph!” she exclaimed with tear-filled eyes.

Draven’s anger was redirected–amplified even–upon seeing how happy his mate was to see another male. With gritted teeth and clenched fists, he shifted his attention to his side where he saw the winged man smiling at his mate, ignoring his presence.

Draven controlled his anger as he didn’t want Ember to witness him killing someone. “What are you doing here?”

“I am here to see my friend. I hope you won’t be a petty man to stop a friend from seeing his friend,” Morpheus answered as if Draven’s anger didn’t matter to him and then looked at Ember with his trademark lopsided smile. “How are you doing, little female? I wanted to see you sooner, but you know, I never got a chance to visit since there’s this one petty person who won’t allow me to enter the palace.”

“What?” she exclaimed, seemingly startled by his words. She looked totally different from how she was a moment before.

“You can guess who it was, right? Since you are a smart girl.”

Ember let out a small smile, aware that he was taking a jab at the King.

Draven felt his anger rising seeing her smiling at another male when she never bothered to even look at him unless he ordered her to.

“Divine Eagle Morpheus,” Draven called him out formally with a voice so cold, it could freeze all the rivers in Agartha. “Even if you’re my mate’s friend, it is rude to interrupt my mate and I when we are having an important conversation at this moment.”

Morpheus didn’t even pretend to hear him putting emphasis on the word ‘mate’, and instead, offered a mocking smile to him.

“My Almighty King, pardon your lowly subject’s rudeness but I am a very busy person so I don’t know… Maybe I will come back again soon, but since I came so far just to see her and she is already here, shouldn’t I spend a bit of time with my friend?” He looked at Ember with a sly grin. “Do you want me to leave just like this?”

Ember shook her head immediately to say she wanted him to stay, but then peeked at Draven as if she was afraid he wouldn’t let Morpheus stay. In the end, she’s someone living under the grace of the King. The palace was his. She didn’t want to do anything against Draven’s wish as it was his home.

Morpheus raised a brow. “Why are you looking at the King, hmm? Do you need his permission to do anything here just because you are staying in his palace?” He looked at Draven as he crossed his arms. “Are you treating my friend like a prisoner and won’t allow her to do what she wants, Your Majesty?”

Draven offered him a killer gaze as this shapeshifter was intentionally saying all these words to put pressure on Draven. If he were to continue chasing away Morpheus, then he was sure she would take Morpheus’ words seriously and believe she was truly being treated like a prisoner here.

“My mate is free to do what she wants,” Draven declared in a firm voice, his anger suppressed under his usual cold face.

“Amazing! You are truly benevolent and kind, Your Majesty!”

Morpheus almost laughed at Draven’s twisted expression that immediately returned to calm before Ember could see it. He felt fortunate to come to the palace and chance at this golden opportunity to annoy the King.

“Then, I would like to take Ember with me and have some friendly talk,” Morpheus said and then looked at the human girl by his side. “Do you want to, little female? His Majesty said you are free to do what you want.”

“Yes, take me with you!”

Ember immediately nodded with a relieved smile, thankful to find a chance to escape the uncomfortable confrontation with her mate. However, she had no way of knowing that the relief that brightened her eyes caused the anger that Draven was feeling to deepen.

“Your Majesty, as she has agreed to go with me, I believe you won’t stop her,” Morpheus said in a way that Draven found irksome. He could see his mate truly wanted to leave with this annoying eagle and even though he wanted to stop her, he could not say anything at this point.

Ember wasn’t and would never be a prisoner, and she had the freedom to do anything she wanted. Draven would not give Morpheus any opening to make her believe he was treating her like one.