The Devil's Cursed Witch novel Chapter 377

There was neither guilt nor shame in Ember's eyes, only shyness.

Shyness?

"I...I made the mistake of confessing my feelings to you in my dream, instead of saying it to you in person."

Draven froze in his place as he watched her face flush a beautiful shade of pink.

Confession? She confessed to him in a dream? A memory suddenly resurfaced in his mind. Was this what Morphues was referring to when he said he heard something from her which was meant for her mate? _{frёeωebɳovel.com}

Because of the Glass Mist Flowers, Ember mistook Morpheus for Draven?

"In that dream, you accepted my feelings and..." She stopped and exhaled through her mouth. "Well, but, I know now that it was all a dream."

Draven found the unsettling weight inside his chest fading, replaced by a stranger, more complicated feeling he could not name. He understood that she ended up confessing to Morpheus and he responded to her in kind as he had romantic feelings for her as well.

What an ill turn of events. His mate ended up confessing to another male. Another male received what was supposed to be his.

For a second, anger dominated his emotions, but he quickly suppressed it, not wanting to scare Ember.

Seeing no change in Draven's outward appearance, Ember felt more nervous. She had no idea of the turmoil of emotions within her mate. Her emerald green eyes stared at him with expectations. "Won't you say anything?"

Draven could not upset her and said, "It was a good dream you had."

His reply further encouraged her.

"But, see, I don't want it to be just a dream," she said, her gaze full of conviction, akin to a warrior stepping into the frontlines of a battlefield for the first time. "I want to say it to you for real. I want you to hear it for real, and I want to listen to your response for real. You deserve to know how important you are to me."

Draven didn't expect to hear this from his mate and found his heart almost stopped beating at what she had said.

Ember dared to take a step closer towards him, her gaze unwavering as her eyes held his.

"I love you, Draven."

It was as if a flame burst within those ruby-like eyes of his. His eyes widened and his lips parted, a stunned appearance so fascinating to look at, it caused a sweet smile to spread on her face. Finally, a reaction!

Ember felt warmth spread across her body, and before embarrassment could hit her, her hands reached for his shoulders and she tiptoed to peck on his lips.

Seeing him remain like a stone statue, Ember could not help but giggle.

"I love you," she repeated, her eyes sparkling. "I wanted to say this for a while now. I love you. I love you so so much. Just thinking of you makes me smile, and whenever you are not by my side I keep missing you. It's as if I can no longer imagine what life is like before I met you. I never felt this way ever, and you are the only one who can make me feel this way. If what I feel for you is not love, then I don't know what love is."

Love.