The Devil's Cursed Witch novel Chapter 470

Just a moment ago, everyone was looking at the couple standing before them, anticipating a divine beast to mark a female. They watched in awe as Morpheus and Ember talked with each other.

"Do you trust me?" they heard Morpheus ask Ember, to which she nodded, "I do."

"It will hurt, but I know you are strong enough to endure it."

Everyone held their breath, expecting him to sink his teeth into his mate's flesh.

Morpheus looked at her beautiful face, her eyes meeting his. His right hand, which had moved her hair behind her shoulder, now held a beautiful golden feather. It shone beautifully like a divine artifact, the end of its stalk pointed. Ember could hardly take a proper look at it when his hand moved, and he stabbed the pointed end of the feather into her heart, making her groan in the immense pain she had ever felt.

Her entire face red, her eyes teary, she looked at him, feeling puzzled, her mind unable to process anything. This pain was a hundred times worse than the pain she felt when Draven marked her.

It all happened in the blink of an eye, so quickly that no one could understand what Morpheus was up to, nor they had the chance to stop him.

With surprised gasps from everyone, Draven who opened his eyes and was shocked as well, watched a golden feather stabbed right in Ember's heart as Morpheus' hand let it go.

The next moment golden feather turned into gold-colored sparkles and was absorbed into Ember's heart entirely, leaving no trace of its existence behind.

Ember was about to lose consciousness, but Morpheus held her immediately. Her delicate body slumped against his as his hands firmly wrapped around her, holding her steady.

He swallowed hard, feeling the guilt of causing her this pain, but it was necessary, and he knew she would survive it. This pain now was better than the pain she would feel later if he had to sink his teeth into her flesh to mark her. He ignored the shocked reactions of others and his uncle's angry voice, focusing only on the woman in his arms, feeling comforted to hold her like this after so long.

Since the moment he woke up, returning from his death, he had longed for her, wished to hold her, inhale her sweet scent, but all he had to do was push her away. It hurt him as much as it hurt her, but now, he didn't have to pretend anymore.

He could be with her forever without letting anything happen that she never wished to. Though it meant he had done something forbidden and would be punished for breaking another rule. But he was thankful he would be punished by the king or elders and not by some darkness in hell.

"Morpheus?" Agraleus called him again, "What's the meaning of this?"

Morpheus turned to face everyone. "All of you didn't want me to die and didn't want her to leave. You all wanted us to be mates, so I did what was best, to fulfil all those wishes of yours. Now she and I are mates. You can punish me for committing a forbidden act, but I do not regret what I did. She is more important to me than anything else, and her wishes matter to me."

Agraleus, angry, was about to say more, but Elder Halifax stopped him. "We cannot revert what he has done. No use in getting angry."

Agraleus swallowed his anger, which originated from his worry for Morpheus, but he knew Halifax was right, so he kept quiet.