The Devil's Cursed Witch novel Chapter 464

"I... I will try to be fair to you. I will try to be a good mate."

"You mean you will force yourself to be a good mate to me while I watch you shower all your true feelings on your first mate. Do you want to save me or plan to torment me for the rest of my life?"

"I..."

"Enough!" Morpheus interrupted her. "I have heard enough. I do not need pity, especially not from a human. Save it for someone else."

"It's not pity..."

"Then it must be greed," he said.

"Greed?" she asked, disbelief coloring her voice.

"Just like those females who want all the powerful beasts as their mates, you must be greedy as well. Having Draven as your mate and then me, the two most powerful beasts as your mates, you would be the most powerful female in this kingdom."

Shaken by his words, Ember could say no more. She felt her willpower slipping away, unable to stand against his bitter words any longer.

Seeing that he had hurt her enough, Morpheus knew she would back down eventually. He didn't wait any longer and left the council hall.

No one had a word to counter his claims; they could only watch him leave in silence.

The moment he stepped out of the council hall and took a few steps down the corridor, all the strength he had been clinging to vanished, and he fell to his knees, unable to move any further.

He tried to stand, tried to open his wings, but nothing worked. He cursed inwardly, not wanting anyone, especially Ember, to see him like this. If she did, everything he had done in the council hall would be in vain.

I need to get out of here quickly.

He tried to gather the last shreds of his strength to get up, but his legs wavered, and he was about to fall again when a pair of strong arms held him steady.

"Uncle!"

With his barely open eyes, Morpheus looked up. "How are you here?"

"Mother sent Erlos with a potion for me, so I regained my strength, but it won't last for long."

"How far can you take me?" Morpheus asked, knowing both were in a dire situation.

"At least to the peak of the mountain," Aureus replied.

"That's good enough," Morpheus chuckled weakly. "Take me there."

Aureus' wings opened, and soon both of them flew away. Erlos, standing at a distance, watched them go, his own emotions conflicted by what was happening to the people he cherished.

Aureus carried Morpheus to the peak of the mountain, to his uncle's favorite place—the cave. Supporting Morpheus as they walked, they entered the cave. When they reached the makeshift bed of dry hay with an animal hide over it, both of them collapsed onto it, losing all their remaining strength.

Not just Morpheus, but Aureus was also covered in beads of sweat, having used all his energy to get his uncle there with the little strength he had left. He had chosen this mountain because he knew it was where his uncle would want to be.

"How does it feel to have no strength left?" Morpheus asked, breathing heavily.

"I must say, I hate it," Aureus replied, in the same condition as his uncle. He helped Morpheus to turn to lie on his back and himself did the same, "Now I know what you're going through."

"Thank you for bringing me here," Morpheus said. "This is the place I always wanted to take my last breath if not while fighting against the enemy. I can stay here and die peacefully now."