The Devil's Cursed Witch novel Chapter 426

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As his conscience battled with his rationality, Morpheus' gray eyes stared into her green ones.

"I do. I love you…." he confessed with a smile. I love you Ember."

And then he leaned to give her the kiss she was demanding.

'Even if it is wrong, even if you forget this, even if it is a memory only I can cherish…let me be selfish for the last time, my love.'

He savored their kiss, imprinting each precious second, relishing in her sweet taste.

Yet no matter how sweet an illusion is, in the end, Morpheus had to face the bitter truth—that he was in love with a woman who did not love him back.

'I hope you forgive me, Ember,' he could only pray silently in his heart. 'If you remember this kiss, may you not feel disgust for this lowly selfish man. Even in death, I could not bear your hate. Don't hate me. All I want is for you to never hate me.'

As soon as their lips parted, suffocating guilt assaulted Morpheus. What he felt for Ember was something that he had never felt for any female in his long life.

He wished to claim her, to have her for himself, and that desire was only growing more threatening and dangerous with each passing second. The beast inside him was attempting to break free of his control, but Morpheus leashed his instincts in—he had no wish to do something which would earn Ember's hatred.

To him, nothing was more important than this green-eyed woman, not even his own crazy desires.

Since she was the woman he vowed to protect, and even if she was not Draven's mate, he was a man with morals. He would not have done more without her consent. He might be a beastman, but he was not a wild beast who could not control himself.

That night, after sending Ember back to the palace, Morpheus found himself sitting at his favorite spot on the ridge near his sister's cave.

It was as if he could still feel Ember's soft lips against his. Her sweet scent lingered around him, causing the corners of his lips to lift from time to time. He quietly waited at the edge of the cliff, at times falling into a daze. He knew Draven would come for him.

How could that arrogant Black Dragon miss the fact that Morpheus had taken advantage of his mate?

A strange feeling of exhilaration ran through Morpheus' veins, similar to a high one would have when dancing with death.

'He should be here soon. Let's have one last good fight with him.'

His gray eyes scanned the night sky, images of the past flashing before him.