Morpheus laughed seeing him panic. “Calm down, Your Majesty. I did nothing of that sort…yet.”
Draven ignored him and tenderly touched his mate’s head.
The Divine Eagle continued, “But don’t you think it’s an interesting idea, for the two of us to share a mate, a single human becoming ours? Pity, she is sleeping simply because she ate too many Dragon Fire Fruits.”
Draven gradually calmed down. He knew he could trust Morpheus’ words as there was no reason he would hide it if Ember truly became his mate as well. For a moment, he regretted the decision of sending her with him, but somewhere inside him, he still trusted that old friend of his. The Morpheus he remembered was not a bad person but was just hurt to the extent of willingly embracing the path to destruction.
“I will bring those fruits to her on my next visit. Just like my sister, she seems to like them a lot,” Morpheus commented as he looked at Draven with a hateful gaze. “My sister. I hope you didn’t forget about her, Your Majesty. You’re once a loyal subject who suffered the most from your mistake.”
Draven, who was sitting at the edge of the bed, froze upon hearing those words. At the mention of the Dragon Fire Fruits, Draven realized where Morpheus must have taken Ember.
“You can bring those fruits for Ember,” was all Draven could say as a wave of guilt took over him.
Morpheus sneered at him.
“As if I need your permission to do so,” he said and walked towards the window, flying away once again and leaving nothing but a gust of wind behind him.
Draven looked at his retreating figure that slowly disappeared from the sky.
‘If only you knew what exactly happened at that time, but the truth might hurt you more.’
Just then, he heard the mumbling of the human girl on the bed.
“I want… to be a good mate…a good mate, but…you scare me…Your Majesty, I want to…”
Draven looked at his mate who was mumbling in her sleepy condition. His sharp hearing sense had caught her mumbling.
‘I scare you? What did I even do? Instead, I try to be patient with you?’
She mumbled something once again, “The scent..it’s good…why do you…want me to resist…I don’t want to…”
He continued to look at her in amusement. He had seen her being clumsy and now he was seeing how sweet and adorable she could be.
‘Don’t want to resist? It’s for your own good. Do you want to wake up the next day in shock thinking about what you did the previous night? Instead of complaining, you better find answers to what I have asked you.’
She had frowned lines on her forehead even in her sleep due to all the frowning. Draven could not help but caress her forehead to make her feel at ease and found her drifting back to sleep instead of mumbling. ƒrēewebnoѵёl.cσm
‘Seems like she will sleep a few hours more,’ just as Draven thought, his sleepy mate opened her eyes and looked at him with her half-lidded eyes. “In my dream, you don’t seem like a scary person,” she said and continued to look at him lazily.
‘Those fruits not just made her sleepy but caused her to feel drunk and delusional.’
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