The Devil's Cursed Witch novel Chapter 241

Draven could smell the lingering scent of his mate without a doubt and then he found that the door of his chamber was left open. Erlos would not have left it behind like that.

‘Seems like she was here a while ago.’

He panted lightly with what he was feeling, but had to suppress it. His entire body felt hot and he removed his tailcoat, only to throw it aside somewhere on the floor. He tried to distract himself by focusing on removing each article of clothing from his body– his shoes, his gloves and the rest, until he was left with his white shirt and pants.

The entire time, annoyance filled his mind, yet only the subtle shaking of his fingers gave away his true situation.

His fingers stopped midway from unbuttoning his shirt when realization dawned on him.

‘I forgot she must be affected as well.’

A bad feeling came to him, causing him to stop undressing. His feet moved towards his door and just as he stepped out of the chamber, he found the hallway empty.

‘I wonder how the full moon affects a human mated to a divine beast. There is no precedent before–‘

Just as Draven was about to return to his chamber, his sharp hearing senses caught the clanging noise that he was sure came from the southwest wing.

‘Ember!’

It was intuition but Draven hurried to go to her chamber to check on her. She was a human and he was not sure to what extent the effect of the full moon had on her. He was hoping she would be fine; still, he could not help but trust his instincts as her mate.

The moment he appeared in her chamber, it felt like a knife pierced his body at the sight. His mate curled into a ball on the cold floor and looked in pain. He knew why she was like that and hurried to get her.

“Ember!'” he called her as he held her, cradling her trembling body while kneeling on one knee.

Her entire body was covered in sweat and she looked like in great pain. But the moment she heard him, she opened her eyes to look at him.

“Your…Majesty…”

Draven felt another pang of pain in his heart seeing her like this. It hurt more than what the effect of the bond could make him feel. He lifted her in his arms and carried her towards the bed.

Ember let out a small sound of relief through her parted lips. Though she was still feeling the same pain, his presence, the way his arms were wrapped around her, comforted her at least a little.

Draven placed her on the bed as gently as he could, ignoring his own discomfort caused by the effect of the bond. The veins on his hands and his neck were popping, so visible underneath his exposed skin, showing how much he was trying to remain sane for the sake of his mate. His eyes were changing their colour, a close indication that something from within him was about to snap.

‘Not now! I can control it.’

With her half-lidded eyes, she blankly gazed at the black-haired man holding onto her. “Your Majesty, I…”