Tasting All My Mates

382-Waking Up The Dead.

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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.

Just give me all your powers, and you and your

again and mumbled,

had not

planning to give the powers back to

powers for yourself,” I said, calculating her plan quickly.

few hours to understand, but I realized she was playing

me.

are not a witch from our coven,

I have lived a miserable life with a handful of

that we were supposed to get. Now I

when talking about how my mom stole

powers from them.

better than my mom? Wanting all the powers

them back to the mother witch so that

You are not any better. So no! I am not giving you the magic. You

I raised my voice as I realized she

witch like

nothing like your mother,” she yelled at me, raising her

not. And what did

didn’t leave me because he couldn’t stand me. He left

the curse would have to sacrifice herself in order

left because he didn’t

him. He left because he still loves me!” I shouted,

veins.

you!” she shouted, covering her ears

seemed suspicious. The candles surviving the storm were a

it was something she

have you done?” I growled angrily, slowly feeling my

do

suffer the consequences.” Her voice became bitter as she

bottle containing my blood.

said, closing my eyes

the energy spiked through

hands were free.

when I got out of bed, her

She was already in the process of pouring my