Tasting All My Mates

382-Waking Up The Dead.

288 ¡Vouchers

Enya’s POV:

“Let me go!” I tried to fight it, but the restraints were pretty tightly wrapped

around my wrist.

“I cannot. You have to make a decision. Listen to me carefully,” she let out a

sigh when I demanded to be set free. It was as if she wanted me to willingly

listen to her, even after the fact that she had kidnapped me.

Enter title…

“If you want your mates to be free of this curse, you need to be a good person

and give back all the powers. Everything will be sorted out by itself.” She rubbed

her palms together, preparing to grab something from the table on her left side.

“This! It is your blood. If I want, I can do worse things with you. But I am giving

you a chance to do the right thing and let go of these powers.” She was starting

to sound rushed. She would constantly turn around to look outside the window

and then look at me.

“Fine. But I will speak to Mother Witch myself.” I stopped struggling and

demanded to have a word with Mother Witch. Hearing her name made Moana’s

face take on an expression of disappointment.

“You said I needed to give the powers back, so I am ready to do it for the sake

of my mates. But I will only give them back until she comes and talks to me,” I

repeated my demand, watching her click her tongue and let out a sigh of

disapproval.

your powers,

She straightened her posture again and mumbled, this

had not heard from anyone

give the powers back to anyone, are you?

said, calculating her plan quickly.

to understand, but

me.

You are not a witch from our coven, so you

miserable life

that we were supposed

back.” Her voice was heavy when talking

powers from them.

you any better than my mom? Wanting all the powers

back to the mother witch so that

You are not any better. So no! I am

to do,” I raised my voice as I realized she wasn’t a

witch

she yelled

it or not. And what

couldn’t stand me. He left because I

cast the curse would have

because he

left because he still loves me!” I

veins.

He hates you!” she shouted, covering her ears to avoid me. The arrival

seemed suspicious. The candles surviving the storm

that it was something she

I growled angrily, slowly feeling my powers

needs to be done? If you do not give me the powers

Her voice became bitter as she

bottle containing my blood.

you try,” I said,

hot, the energy spiked through

hands were free.

when I got out

floor. She was already in the process of pouring my