The Devil's Cursed Witch novel Chapter 92

“She lost consciousness right after she woke up,” Draven replied blandly.

“Are you sure she woke up, Sire?”

“She was sleeping in my arms when she woke up. But then she saw me and passed out,” he replied without any change in his expression as if what he said was not a big deal and cleared her doubts.

Speechless, Leeora pulled out an awkward smile. She could easily imagine what happened. Though it was an obvious reaction from Ember given Draven’s scary impression in her mind, as a king it was disrespectful to him.

“S-Sire, the poor child must have been scared. Please forgive her.”

Draven changed the subject as if he didn’t care about that human’s reaction who was comfortably using his bed.

“With her passing the council’s test, as per her wish, you can take her back to Ronan,” Draven instructed, returning his interest to his pet owl as if to say she’s being dismissed.

The elf did not move as she hesitated. “May I speak my opinion, Sire?”

Draven waited for Leeora to talk.

“As Ember has just woken up, I believe it would be better to keep her here for a day to observe her. As you know, the presence of her mate is important to a marked female. Once she is completely fine, I will take her back with me.”

He found her words reasonable. “Then stay by her side and look after her for a day,” he said and stepped out of the chamber without delaying for another second, leaving as if he was being suffocated by something.

Draven disappeared from the palace and found himself reappearing at the cliff on the borders of the City of Ronan, under the ancient tree with lantern-like fruits.

Draven didn’t know why of all the places he had appeared in this particular place when he could have gone to any random mountain.

‘Why am I…?’

The reason he left his chamber was because his mate was awake, proving the fact that she was capable of mating with him and carrying on his bloodline. The dragon instincts inside him were being awakened with a mere whiff of that unique scent coming from his female which only he could smell.

It was a subtle fragrance that reminded him of a fully bloomed jasmine after the refreshing first rain of the season, and he found the sensual aroma downright irresistible.

The scent of Jasmine was awakening his senses of desires while the scent of the first rain made him feel peaceful, made him feel like his lost soul had finally found its home after wandering for thousands of years.

Since Ember had just woken up, the pull Draven felt towards his mate was not that strong yet and he could still control himself. He barely held on by somehow distracting himself with the fresh breeze coming in from the open window of his chamber, as well as by petting Midnight, but he knew he had to leave before he succumbed to his urges and did something insane.

He took a deep breath of that fresh breeze coming from the valley and tried to calm himself. He must get rid of such strange thoughts that reminded him that he now has a mate.

‘Mating instinct? Ridiculous! I cannot be weak in front of such things. I am not a lowly beast who’ll let my urges control me. I am merely using her so I can find the mystery of my past. I feel nothing at all. I can handle it.’

With his eyes closed, he remained standing at the cliff, trying to make his mind clear but the peace didn’t last long. An unusual gust of wind could be felt near the ancient tree. Upon hearing the sound of strong wings flapping that accompanied the wind, he frowned inwardly because he knew who had arrived here to disturb his peace. _{ƒгeewёbnovel.com}

Draven didn’t bother to look at the one who had arrived even after that person stood next to him.

“Hmm, this place seems to be the best one when you want to be at peace,” Morpheus commented but got no reply from Draven.

He continued, “Last time, that human female came here to find peace of mind as well, and she jumped down from the edge to get it. Such extreme peace she’s pursuing. Are you planning the same, Your Majesty? But let me tell you, I won’t be saving you.”