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.

powers, and you and

straightened her posture again and mumbled,

I had not heard from anyone else

planning to give the powers back to anyone, are you? You

I said, calculating her plan

understand,

me.

business. You are not a witch from our coven, so you

a miserable life with a handful of magic because

that we were

Her voice was heavy when talking about how

powers from them.

are you any better than my mom? Wanting all

giving them back to the mother witch so that she can

So no! I am not giving you the

my voice as I realized

witch like my

she

not. And what did you say about Thiago

because he couldn’t stand me. He left

that the witch who cast the curse would have to sacrifice herself in

He isn’t stupid. He left because

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

veins.

He hates you!” she shouted, covering her ears to

candles surviving

was something she

you done?” I growled angrily,

do not give me the powers willingly,

consequences.” Her voice became bitter as she

bottle containing my blood.

you try,” I said, closing

turned hot, the energy spiked through

hands were free.

all wrong. Because when I got out of bed,

process of pouring