The Devil's Cursed Witch novel Chapter 88

Seeing those red eyes sharpen in his direction, Morpheus nodded, understanding that Draven was giving him a chance to speak.

“We shapeshifters generally look down on humans, but every once in a century, a half-breed would appear in our midst, showing that our races could find compatibility with humans even though they are weaker than us.

“However, mating is rare, and mating with humans ever rarer, still, compared to you, I am knowledgeable. You too know that you have no experience of any sort about how to care for your mate to provide her with some strength, so shouldn’t you at least listen to me who has knowledge?”

Seeing no response from Draven, Morpheus continued.

“I am sure she must be looking like a corpse at this moment as her body cannot take on the burden of such a powerful bond. Isn’t she losing her life force faster?”

Draven’s eyes wavered at this moment as what Morpheus said was right. When he checked on her, she looked weaker than before and her skin looked pale as if her vitality was being sucked out. His silence told Morpheus that Ember was truly experiencing what he described.

“As a descendant of a divine beast, I can suggest to you something and I hope you will follow it. Though I don’t have a mate, my parents are each other’s true mates, and I have heard from my kind how it works, especially on how a male can help his female.

“Though you are a dragon and not a descendant of a divine beast, the bond works the same, and the stronger your bloodline is, the more life-threatening it will be for the female. You do know you have the strongest bloodline here.”

Morpheus had long dropped the honorifics as he had enough of it and directly jumped to the important point.

“So, does the Black Dragon want to help his human mate survive?”

Draven stared at him with a cold expression, none of his thoughts visible on his face.. Morpheus stared back at him with equal solemness. In the end, Draven gave in.

“What do I need to do?”

Morpheus finally let out an inward sigh of relief. This dumb dragon had finally seen reason. ‘I was about to lose my patience. This dimwit Dragon sure is stubborn.’

“If you don’t have anything to say, don’t waste my time,” Draven snapped, seeing how Morpheus was grinning at him.

Morpheus feigned an innocent look. “I will tell you how to help that human survive this phase but the question is, ‘Will you do it?'”

Draven offered him an unimpressed look, as if saying there is nothing in this world someone as powerful as him cannot do.

Morpheus chuckled, sensing his thoughts. “You don’t need to tell me you are the most powerful creature to walk the continent. Surprise, surprise, your powers have nothing to do with the help I’m talking about.”

Draven scowled, but he was trying to keep his temper since he still needed to continue listening to this annoying eagle.

“You didn’t answer me if you are willing to do anything,” Morpheus pointed out.

“I am,” Draven replied. “Just tell me what I need to do.”

“But I doubt you can. You are the kind of person who doesn’t like to get close to anyone and…” Morpheus looked at Draven’s glove-covered hands. “You even keep your hands covered as if you will be tainted by dirt if you touch someone by mistake.”

“As long as it is not something filthy like you that I am touching,” Draven commented coldly.

“Trust me, I won’t enjoy it either so keep your hands away,” Morpheus countered. He then lowered his voice, his grey eyes glittering with interest. “Mating is more than simply the compatibility between partners. Though the strength of bloodline matters, mating is still a sacred vow at its core.”

The shapeshifter held up two fingers.

“Sincerity and devotion—remember them.