The Devil's Cursed Witch novel Chapter 474

Ember saw Morpheus stirring in bed, looking around as if trying to make sense of his current situation.

"Are you awake?" she asked softly as she approached him.

Still dizzy, Morpheus turned his gaze to her, his eyes glowing gold as he watched his mate. Her enticing scent filled his senses, awakening his most primal beast instincts.

"Your hair is gold now," she said with a smile, reaching out to touch his hair, but—

"Ahh… Morph…"

Her hand was grabbed, and with a wild tug, she was pulled beneath him on the bed. Her delicate body was pinned under his, utterly unable to move against his overwhelming strength. Unlike his usual playful nature, he now appeared more feral, as if he had lost all reason. His breathing was heavy, his predatory gaze fixed on her as if he couldn’t wait to devour her. His hands gripped her wrists so tightly that it felt as though they could crush them.

"M-Morph, what are you doing?" her voice trembling under his intense gaze.

Seeing the fear in her eyes, Morpheus seemed to realize what he was doing, but the overwhelming urge to be intimate with his mate clouded his thoughts, making it nearly impossible to think of anything else.

Her heart skipped a beat, sensing that something was off. "Morph… are you alright?"

It took every bit of his willpower to keep himself sane and not lose himself to his beastly instincts, not to give in to the call of the bond which only he could feel while his mate felt nothing at all. So unfair, but he had asked for it. But now he realized how unbearable it could be.

Wanting to throw caution to the wind, Morpheus leaned closer to her, his intense gaze locked onto her beautiful face. His eyes lingered on her enticing lips, and his heated breath brushed against her soft skin, making her shiver beneath him.

"M-Morph…"

Her frightened voice once more snapped him back to reality, making him realize what he was doing. He closed his eyes, the veins on his neck and hands bulging as he fought against his beastly instincts. His entire body trembled in resistance.

Ember watched him anxiously. "What’s happening to you?"

Morpheus tried to stop himself from breathing, knowing her scent would only make it harder to control his urges. Gritting his teeth, he summoned all his strength and forced himself away from her. His steps were unsteady as he tried to stand, stumbling toward the window.

"Morph," Ember called, getting out of the bed.

"Stay away," Morpheus warned her, struggling to open his wings and escape before it was too late, but his attempts failed miserably.

Ember stayed where she was but asked, "Morph, what’s happening? Tell me—I can help you."

"Help?" The word hit him hard. "Anyone but you… Leave... call someone…" he said, his voice filled with pain.

"I’ll bring someone. Just wait here," she said, rushing out of the room.

"Reya, Clio!" she called out, and her servants appeared immediately.

"Lady Ember?"

"Get His Majesty immediately!"

"His Majesty is gone."

"Then get someone else—Erlos, Evanthe, or anyone," Ember said impatiently, through gritted teeth.

"I believe someone called my name?" Evanthe appeared just then. _{fɾeeweɓnѳveɭ.com}

Ember let out a sigh of relief and hurriedly explained, "Evanthe, please check on Morph. He doesn’t look well, and he won’t let me help him."

Evanthe already knew what was happening. Draven had asked her to stay close in case Ember needed someone.

"Stay here. I’ll check on him," Evanthe assured her, leaving an anxious Ember outside the chamber. Ember’s mind raced with questions. Did the bond formation go wrong? Is he suffering from the torture of hell? Or is it something else? I hope he’s alright.