Witch's Daughter And The Devil's Son

"It might be too much, but you'll love it," Evanthe replied, fixing Seren's hair as she stood behind her. "In fact, you'll want to be with him in bed all the time."

Seren stared at Evanthe through the mirror, then hesitantly asked, "How was the night you spent with Drayce's father? Did you feel good as well? How was he?"

Evanthe raised a brow and looked at her through the mirror. "Just because I allowed you to ask, you're being a bit too curious, aren't you?"

"Apologies, Mother. I shouldn't have—"

Evanthe chuckled softly. "Don't be. I was just teasing you." She paused and continued, "Intimacy with your mate feels different because your souls are connected. Even though we don't have a formal bond, he is my soulmate by destiny, so I felt the same way as mates do. I experienced a pleasure so overwhelming that I couldn't resist it. I felt complete, and everything else faded away."

Her gaze softened, and her voice grew gentler. "As for him, he was kind to me that night, just as a mate would be. He cared for me as he always had.... But in the end, he is beast driven by instincts and need and was overwhelming for me even when I am a powerful witch. The power and passion the dragon posses for their mates, is beyond we can even comprehend."

"Shall I be worried then?" Seren asked.

"No, you shall instead feel fortunate to feel your mate's passion towards you, when you feel like they have surrendered themselves entirely to you, they can only feel and see nothing but you. That's something only he can make you feel."

"Mother, just one last question."

"Hmm?"

"How is his dragon tattoo?"

"It's beautiful. Something I'd always want to look at."

"If he had marked you, you'd have his mark as well," Seren murmured thoughtfully.

Evanthe nodded and sighed softly. "I'm simply not meant to have it. But I did have his child, and that's enough. Having my son is everything to me."

Seren understood the depth of those words, but there was still something troubling her.

"What's on your mind?" Evanthe asked gently.

"Mother, will I be able to have a child? They say it's not easy to give birth to a beast's child."

"Of course you will. You're a deity. If not you, then no one else can," Evanthe assured her with a confident smile.

"Drayce and I have been…" she hesitated, "But there's been nothing, and I had my monthly cycle… My body is fine, right?"

"It's absolutely fine. For now, you should focus on consummating the bond. Who knows, soon you might have a little devil growing inside you," Evanthe teased with a reassuring smile.

Seren blushed deeply and nodded.

"It's time for me to leave. The sky is almost dark, and Erebus must be dying to come to you." With that, Evanthe disappeared.

Seren glanced at the darkening sky and wondered what to do.

Should I just sit on the bed and wait for him, like on a wedding night?

Not knowing what to do, she wandered to the window and looked outside, only to see a tall figure standing at a distance within the boundaries of their residence. He was gazing at the starry sky, the moon just beginning to rise beyond the tall, snow-capped mountains.

Seren's heart grew restless at the sight of him and the glowing moon. Before she knew it, she hurried out of the bedroom and made her way to the rear side of the cottage, the part that faced the mountains.

She stepped out of the door, her gaze fixed on the tall figure standing with his back to her. His powerful presence made her breath hitch. The way his long black hair moved gently in the breeze, the calmness surrounding him—it all felt like the calm before a storm, and she was ready to be swept away by it.

An irresistible pull made her take a step closer to him.

Erebus had sensed her presence the moment she stepped outside, in fact he had been aware of each of her moves. He had even heard the conversation between her and his mother, thanks to his sharp hearing, which always sought for her.

He finally turned to look at her—the most beautiful woman in his world. His dark gaze taking into the enchanting sight ahead of him.

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She stood there, wearing the red dress he had personally arranged for her. Her long hair swayed gently in the wind, her radiant skin glowing under the soft light of the moon, and her enchanting eyes focused solely on him. They mirrored the same desire that burned within him. And then, there was her intoxicating scent.

It was all so maddening.

He had struggled to hold back, but not anymore.

In an instant, he vanished from his spot, only to reappear right in front of her, taking her by surprise. He had no patience left to walk and waste precious time.

He held her closer, his strong arm wrapped around her waist, his other hand gently cupping her cheek. His nose nuzzled against her skin, inhaling deeply the sweet yet enticing scent she emitted—a scent reminiscent of fresh snow mingled with the delicate fragrance of white plum blossoms.

Seren felt the same. For the first time, she could truly sense his scent, one so alluring it made her head spin. Now, she understood what it meant when people said a mate's scent could tempt and captivate one's senses.

She breathed in deeply, savoring the unique blend. It was a scent of the fresh, clear blue sky, symbolizing the freedom she had always craved—the freedom to soar high above like a bird, breaking free from the confines of that lonely tower. Intertwined with it was the earthy aroma of oakmoss, grounding her, offering a sense of strength and stability she had yearned for her whole life.

No wonder a mate's scent was always something the other desired most deeply. To her, Erebus smelled of everything she had ever wished for, and she knew he was the one who could give it to her—her freedom and the strength to embrace it.