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.

give me all your powers, and you and your mates

again and mumbled, this time with

had not heard from anyone

planning to give the powers

I said, calculating her plan quickly. It

me a few hours to understand,

me.

your business. You are not a witch from our coven,

me. I have lived a miserable life with a handful of magic because

magic that we were supposed to get. Now I

voice was heavy when talking about

powers from them.

you any better than my mom? Wanting all the

them back to the mother witch so that

So no! I am not giving you the magic.

to do,” I raised my voice as I realized she

another greedy witch like my

am nothing like your mother,” she yelled at me,

or not. And what

because he couldn’t stand me. He left because I

curse would

isn’t stupid. He left because he didn’t want me to

He left because he still loves me!” I

veins.

shouted, covering her ears to

The candles surviving the storm were

was

angrily, slowly feeling my powers

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

suffer the consequences.” Her voice became bitter as she opened

bottle containing my blood.

said,

energy spiked through my body, and soon

hands were free.

think she estimated it all wrong. Because when I got out of bed, her

already in the process of pouring my