Witch's Daughter And The Devil's Son Chapter 785: Her Mate's Scent Is What She Ever Wished For

"It might overwhelm you a bit, but you'll absolutely adore it," Evanthe said as she adjusted Seren's hair while standing behind her. "You'll even crave being in bed with him constantly."

Through the mirror, Seren gazed at Evanthe before asking hesitantly, "How was the night you shared with Drayce's father? Did it feel good for you too? What was he like?"

Evanthe arched an eyebrow, meeting her eyes in the reflection. "Since I permitted your questions, aren't you getting a tad too nosy?"

"Forgive me, Mother. I shouldn't have—"

Evanthe let out a light chuckle. "No need to apologize. I was only jesting." After a brief pause, she added, "Being intimate with your mate is unique because your souls link together. Though we lacked a formal bond, destiny made him my soulmate, so the sensation matched that of true mates. Pleasure so intense washed over me that resistance was impossible. I felt whole, with the world vanishing around us."

Her eyes softened, her tone turning tender. "He treated me with kindness that night, like any devoted mate. He cherished me as always... Yet ultimately, he's a beast ruled by raw instincts and desire, overpowering even a mighty witch like me. The fierce power and passion dragons hold for their mates surpasses anything we can fathom."

"Should I worry, then?" Seren inquired.

"Quite the opposite—rejoice in experiencing your mate's unbridled passion for you. When they yield completely, seeing and feeling only you, it's a sensation unique to him alone."

"Mother, one final question, please."

"Yes?"

"What about his dragon tattoo?"

"It's stunning—something I'd gaze at endlessly."

"Had he marked you, his mark would grace you too," Seren mused softly.

Evanthe nodded with a quiet sigh. "Fate denied me that privilege. Still, bearing his child suffices. My son means the world to me."

Seren grasped the profound meaning behind those words, yet a lingering concern gnawed at her.

"What troubles you?" Evanthe asked softly.

"Mother, can I bear a child? They say siring a beast's offspring is no simple task."

"Without doubt, you will. As a deity, if you cannot, no one can," Evanthe affirmed, flashing a sure smile.

"Drayce and I have already..." Seren faltered, "yet nothing happened, and my cycle came... Is my body alright?"

"Perfectly healthy. Right now, prioritize sealing the bond fully. Before long, a little devil might be growing within you," Evanthe teased, her smile comforting.

A deep blush colored Seren's cheeks as she nodded.

"Time for me to go. Dusk is falling, and Erebus must be eager to reach you." With those words, Evanthe vanished.

Seren eyed the darkening heavens, pondering her next move.

Should I simply wait on the bed for him, as if it were our wedding night?

Uncertain, she drifted to the window and peered out, spotting a tall silhouette at the edge of their estate. He stared at the starry expanse, the moon starting its ascent over the towering, snow-draped peaks.

Seeing him beneath the luminous moon stirred unrest in Seren's heart. Without thinking, she rushed from the chamber toward the cottage's mountain-facing rear.

Emerging through the door, her eyes locked on the imposing figure with his back turned. His commanding aura stole her breath. Gentle breezes tousled his flowing black locks, his serene demeanor evoking the hush before a tempest—she yearned to be engulfed by it.

An unyielding attraction drew her nearer.

The instant Seren stepped out, Erebus detected her, having tracked her every action. His keen ears had even caught her talk with his mother, ever attuned to her.

At last, he turned toward her—the most captivating woman in his realm. His shadowy eyes drank in the mesmerizing vision before him.

Clad in the crimson gown he'd chosen himself, she stood with hair dancing in the wind, her luminous skin bathed in moonlight, her mesmerizing gaze fixed on him alone, reflecting his own burning longing. And that intoxicating aroma of hers.

It drove him to the brink.

He'd fought to restrain himself, but no longer.

In a flash, he appeared before her, startling her—no more wasting moments on mere steps.

Drawing her near, one powerful arm encircled her waist while his other hand cradled her face tenderly. His nose brushed her skin, breathing in her alluring essence: crisp snow blended with the subtle bloom of white plums.

Seren felt it too. For the first time, his scent truly reached her, so seductive it dizzied her mind. Now she knew why a mate's fragrance ensnared the senses so completely.

She inhaled deeply, relishing the mix. It evoked the vast, pure blue sky—freedom she'd longed for, to fly unbound like a bird from her isolating tower. Woven in was oakmoss's rich earthiness, anchoring her with the strength and security she'd craved forever.

Indeed, a mate's scent fulfilled the deepest yearnings. To Seren, Erebus embodied all her wishes: freedom and the power to seize it.