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.

give me all your powers, and

straightened her posture again and mumbled, this

me that I had not heard from anyone else

give the powers back to anyone, are

for yourself,” I said, calculating

to understand, but I realized she was playing

me.

You are not a witch from our coven,

have lived a miserable life with a handful of magic because

away all the magic that we were supposed to

heavy when talking about how my mom stole

powers from them.

my mom? Wanting all the

the mother witch so that she

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

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

greedy witch

mother,” she yelled at

not. And what did you say about

leave me because he couldn’t stand me.

witch who cast the curse would

because he didn’t want me to

left because he still loves me!” I shouted, anger

veins.

her ears to avoid

storm seemed suspicious. The candles surviving the

that it was something she

have you done?” I growled angrily,

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

voice became bitter as

bottle containing my blood.

I said, closing my eyes and

the energy spiked through my body, and soon

hands were free.

wrong. Because when I got out of bed,

process of pouring