Morpheus let out another sigh as his gaze lingered on the mark on the side of her slender neck. He pushed aside the few hair strands blocking his view, allowing him to fully see the image of a crimson blossom.
‘I wonder what this mark means. I don’t think I have ever seen any female having such a bond mark before.’
As he thought of that, his fingers gently played with her beautiful long hair.
‘This mark is still the same as when their bond was initiated, that means they are yet to consummate the bond. Their bond is still incomplete. What if…what if I mark her right now?’
Morpheus felt his heart jump at the thought.
‘Since she went through the survival phase with that Dragon, then that meant she’s strong enough to handle me as well. What If I make her my mate too? What if I mark her and consummate it now? Will it hurt him more? Since I will kill her once they consummate their bond, won’t it be better to hurt him more, to prolong the pain in another way?”
Though Morpheus had no intentions of having a mate, due to his long lifespan, he was pretty knowledgeable about it. About the mate bond, he knew that it was possible to create another separate bond with another partner during the phase of an incomplete bond with the first mate. I
And in the rare case that the female had proved her worth by surviving the marking of a male with a stronger bloodline, there was no need for her to go through the survival phase again when marked by a second intended mate. The couple could consummate the bond right after the marking.
‘So tempting…Shall I just mark her?’
Morpheus caressed her hair gently to move them away from her nape, to a part of her skin that was clear of any blemishes. He leaned down closer to her as he looked at her smooth skin.
‘I never wanted to have a mate but this female…I don’t know why, but I do want to make her my mate. It’s fine to mark her. And if I were to kill her later, that Dragon and I, both of us will die together with her and it will put an end to the revenge. I don’t want to live anyways. It’s a better way to die, the three of us together…’
Just as he was about to brush his lips on her neck, he heard her mumble in her sleep. “It hurts…It hurts…”
Her voice startled Morpheus and he pulled back to look at her, worried that she woke up. He saw tears rolling down her eyes and her expression made it seem like she’s having a bad dream.
‘She’s still asleep.’ Morpheus sighed and buried his face in his palms. ‘What the—what the hell was I about to do? I cannot do this. It’s better to kill her at once than hurting her by breaking her trust like this. I cannot do it.’
He moved away from her and calmed himself by brushing his fingers over his hair.
‘This revenge is turning me into a pathetic beast worse than that heartless man. I cannot stoop so low I will hurt her like this.’
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