The Devil's Cursed Witch novel Chapter 498

Morpheus and Ember reached the wolf clan territory. Ember looked around and realized it was different from other territories she had visited before. Werewolf territory was more humanized than the other beasts' territories, with the way their homes were built like wooden cottages, slightly different from the witch clan.

The witch clan had a more refined and royal way of building the cottages, while the werewolf clan built them in a wild way, keeping the essence of the creature of the jungle.

Just then, she saw huge black wolves patrolling around, only to be scared and cling onto Morpheus' hand. "They look scary."

Morpheus looked at his hand she was grabbing with all her might and said, "You have seen a dangerous and scarier-looking beast like a Dragon, but you are scared of werewolves?"

"That Dragon is my mate, so I am not scared," she refuted as she raised her head to look at him angrily. "You are my mate; you should be comforting me instead of upsetting me."

"How am I to comfort you for something not even worth feeling scared of?" he said.

Ember frowned and let go of his hand angrily and walked ahead to show her displeasure.

Morpheus smiled lightly as he looked at her and said, "I was wondering if these flowers are enough to comfort you."

Just as he said it, she turned to look at him and saw the flowers in his hands. The similar flowers from that sacred valley that every male brings for his mate on this very day. She remembers Draven giving these flowers to her as well.

She concluded, Morpheus had finally decided to carry out his responsibilities towards her as her mate. She was pleased but didn't show it to him.

Morpheus reached her.

She grabbed that beautiful flower bouquet from his hand and turned to leave as she said, "Not enough to comfort me. I am just accepting it as it would be a waste to leave them with you."

She smiled lightly as she caressed those flowers with her fingers, 'It's beautiful,' and she smelled them.

Morpheus smiled at her fake anger and followed her. He didn't expect that it was going to be this easy and pleasing to come here with his mate. He could see that old Ember who would carelessly throw tantrums in front of him.

He caught up with her and held her hand.

She looked at it and said, "I am not scared of werewolves as I am Dragon's mate. You can let go of my hand."

"I can't," he said and looked around. "Everyone should know this little female is my mate and should keep their gazes away, unless they want me to pluck their eyes out."

Ember realized the moment he held her hand, every beast from any clan who was not mated didn't dare look at her again once Morpheus held her hand.

While she noticed the single females were eyeing her handsome mate and whispering among each other while smiling. She wished she had sharp hearing senses like beasts so she could hear them. But she didn't want them to look at her mate either and grasped his hand tightly, while passing displeased gazes to those females, who could sense hostility from Ember and stopped looking at Morpheus.

Ember then turned her face and looked up at Morpheus, who was walking unbothered by any attention on him from other females. His handsome face was truly mesmerising, and his body and the way he carried himself with nothing but the air of pure masculinity, pride, and arrogance—it was indeed enchanting.

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