The Devil's Betrothed novel Chapter 814

Chapter 814: Hurt Draven

Morpheus released himself from Draven’s hold, whose wing was still holding him protectively as if the danger had not gone yet.

"You idiot Dragon," Morpheus cursed under his breath, utterly angry, "If you were not hurt, I would have kicked your ass so you won’t ever forget to use your brain before thinking to do something idiotic."

There was no response from Draven, but the dragon was breathing, his eyes closed.

"Wake up now and stop pretending," Morpheus stood up and saw over the pit that Ember was coming to them. "She is coming. Want her to cry again?"

The dragon’s heavy breathing continued to move the snow around.

"Did you hear me?" Morpheus said and knelt next to him. "If you die, I swear I will come after you to hell and drag you out and then beat you to death again." Though he said it this way, his voice was a little shaky, his eyes moist.

Ember reached there, each step heavy as if a huge weight was tied to her feet, fear of losing her mates gripping her heart.

She looked down at the pit, her both mates there. Morpheus was fine, but Draven wasn’t. Morpheus flew up and carried her down to Draven. Both of them were unable to say a word, but a silent understanding was there.

Ember knelt next to his face, her hand gently caressing the huge rough scale around his massive head. "Draven..." her voice choked with sobs and none of the words could make their way out.

Morpheus knelt next to her, his wings folding behind to disappear. "He is breathing... He is fine..." he tried to assure her, but his own heart wasn’t sure. "He is more powerful than we know..."

Ember shook her head and continued crying. "Draven... I am sorry... If something happens to you... I won’t live either..."

"I will follow you two as well," Morpheus said. "Damn dragon, do you truly want us dead?" 𝗳𝗿𝐞𝕖𝘄𝗲𝕓𝗻𝚘𝚟𝕖𝐥.𝚌𝕠𝕞

There was no response from him.

But the next moment Draven’s dragon form changed to his human form. Exposed body, only a magical hide around his waist.

Ember’s tiny hand that was on the dragon’s head hung in the air now, and both of them heard the pained voice. "I am not dead yet... Stop mourning over me..."

Both of them looked down at the snowy floor, Draven’s expression pained.

Ember quickly cupped his face in her hands, her lips trembling to say words, "You... are fine...."

He opened his eyes and looked at them both. "I am the invincible God of War... Nothing can kill me, unless I want to die."

Though pained, that arrogance and prideful tone felt like the most relieving words the other two could ever hear.

Ember’s trembling lips curved into a pained smile, but then she looked at Draven’s left hand and shoulder, which were burned as he had taken the brunt of the hellfire.

Her tears wouldn’t stop as she held his hand. "It must hurt...."

"It’s nothing," Draven assured, but despite trying to hide it, the pain was evident in his eyes.

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