The Devil's Cursed Witch novel Chapter 476

"I shall name him Morpheus Aramis," Ember chuckled.

"He’d rather not be part of the family then," Draven replied with a chuckle. "He’d never accept it. He has his own identity."

"I know, I was just trying to be funny. I can already picture his displeased face, like he’s saying, How dare you even think that? I’d never be an Aramis or anyone related to that Dragon. I’m a Divine Eagle, not a Dragon," Ember giggled.

"He’d definitely be enraged," Draven said with a smile.

"Will you check on him for me? Once he’s fine, I’ll meet him," she suggested.

Draven hummed.

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After an hour, Draven made his way to the cave at the top of the mountain where Morpheus was staying. Inside, Morpheus lay on a makeshift bed, curled up uncomfortably, clearly struggling.

"Doing good, eagle?" Draven asked as he entered the cave.

"Get lost, you damn Dragon," Morpheus replied, his voice strained with pain.

"Why would I, when I can enjoy watching you struggle?" Draven continued to walk inside. "Didn’t you take pleasure in watching me struggle after I marked Ember?"

"Are you here to take revenge for that?" Morpheus growled.

"Precisely," Draven said coolly, lighting up the lamps in the cave with a flick of his power.

"Who asked you to turn on the lamps?" Morpheus covered his eyes, his body slick with sweat from the battle he was fighting within himself.

Draven observed him calmly. "You’re weaker than I thought. Can’t even stay away from your mate."

"Don’t provoke me, or I’ll go back to her," Morpheus snarled.

"As far as I know, you can’t even fly back to her yet," Draven said smugly.

"Annoying dragon," Morpheus muttered through gritted teeth, sitting up despite his shallow breath. "Life was easier as an unmated beast. Having a mate is such a hassle."

Draven made himself comfortable on the cave floor, leaning back against the wall with one leg folded and the other stretched out.

"I beg to differ," he said. "Having mates is a blessing. And when your mate is someone like Ember, I’m glad I’m not an unmated beast."

"Of course you’d say that. You can actually mate with her whenever you want. You lustful Dragon," Morpheus growled, his voice tinged with bitterness.

"Who’s stopping you?" Draven mocked. _{frёewebnoѵel.ƈo๓}

"Are you here just to provoke me further?" Morpheus shot him a cold glare. "Go back to your mate instead of wasting time with me."

"Our mate," Draven corrected. "She’s our mate now, thanks to everything you’ve done."

"Are you mocking me? Do you really think I wanted this?" Morpheus snapped.

"But you’re the one who caused all of this, so bear with it instead of throwing tantrums."

"I’m not throwing tantrums," Morpheus said through clenched teeth. "You know why I’m like this. And I have no idea how much longer I’ll have to endure it."

"Ember was asking about you," Draven commented.