Tasting All My Mates

366-Give Up The Powers

She had tied me to a bed in one of the rooms. I could not tell what room it was, nor do I remember which floor.

All I could think of was my body and how numb it was.

“I am preparing everything,” she whispered to herself. "It is the only way to make things right," she hyped herself, placing the candles around the bed and then straightening her back.

“The midnight will arrive in a few hours,” she finally spoke to me, “Try opening your mouth. I want to hear your last thoughts,” she said, smiling through some sort of pain. Her eyes were watery the whole time she was preparing for whatever sick game she had in her mind.

"“Wh—y are —you doing this?" It was true; I was able to speak, but my tongue felt too heavy. It was useless to speak to someone who I knew wouldn't tell me the exact truth. But I still tried.

"Well, for starters!" She stood in front of the bed and mumbled, "You don't deserve this life," she said.

“By that, I don't mean the harshness these powers brought you. What I truly mean is that the blessings you receive are not what you deserve. Your mother was an evil witch, Enya! she was a horrible person," she sighed as she spoke about my mother.

asked, blinking away the tears. Why is it that I

it is time you learned about your mother." She dragged a chair and put it in front of the

one was your mother and one Emelia. Mother Jolline was supposed

I asked, feeling my tongue taking my side this

for the next witches that were going to complete the coven. Your mother was supposed to transfer the powers to them and keep a fair

back, but she denied it. The ancestors were already angry, and then your mother fled with their powers. She caused turmoil in our coven. We suffered the wrath of the ancestors while your mother built a life for herself in the werewolf land. She then did what the ancestors feared the most. She used sacred magic to help the werewolves, who were our biggest enemies. Your mother has ruined everybody's life, Enya." She explained the life story of my mother to me ina few seconds, and in those few seconds, not even once did I hear her say my mother was maybe not that bad.

She got up from the chair and reached my side, saying, "These

miserably. I still didn't beg her to free me because there was no point in

She rested her hand on the wall behind

not able

care of Walsh, I took the opportunity to tell him all about your mother. I am glad I did that. He deserved to leave your sorry ass.” She muttered, her eyes spitting

to leave, because he didn't want to stay close to you. And I can already see your other mates walking away, abandoning you. They have all seen your true face." She laughed when walking away from me and peeking outside