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.

powers, and

her posture again

me that I had not

to give the powers back to

powers for yourself,” I said, calculating

hours to understand,

me.

are not a witch

a miserable life with

we were supposed to get. Now I want

was heavy when talking about how

powers from them.

better than my mom? Wanting all the

of giving them back to the mother witch so that she can distribute

better. So no! I am not giving you

whatever you want to do,” I raised my voice as I realized she

another greedy witch like my

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

like it or not. And what did

leave me because he couldn’t stand me.

witch who cast the curse

left because he didn’t want

him. He left because he still loves me!”

veins.

she shouted, covering her ears to avoid me.

seemed suspicious. The candles surviving the storm were a

was

angrily, slowly

do not give me

Her voice became

bottle containing my blood.

would love to see you try,” I said, closing my eyes and resting my head

My body turned hot, the energy spiked

hands were free.

all wrong. Because when

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