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

straightened her posture again and mumbled, this time with

I had not heard from

are not planning to give the powers

I said, calculating her

few hours to understand,

me.

You are not a witch from our

lived a miserable life with a handful

the magic that we were supposed to get. Now I want

back.” Her voice was heavy when talking about how my mom stole

powers from them.

how are you any better than my mom? Wanting all the powers

mother witch so

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

I raised my voice as I realized

another greedy witch

like your mother,” she

it or not. And what did

he couldn’t

cast the curse would have

He left because he didn’t want me

him. He left because he still loves

veins.

hates you!” she shouted, covering her ears to avoid me. The

suspicious. The candles surviving

that it was something she

I growled angrily, slowly

do not give me the powers willingly,

the consequences.” Her voice became bitter as

bottle containing my blood.

try,” I said,

turned hot, the energy spiked through my

hands were free.

it all wrong. Because when

floor. She was already in the process