Tasting All My Mates

497-1 Gave Him Everything

Enya’s POV:

“How the hell did they even catch him? I told that idiot to kill that crazy Lycan or if not, at least weaken him.” Corbin had lost his shit ever since he heard what Theo and the others did in his mansion.

“They tried,” the guard murmured awkwardly. Christina no longer had her breasts out after she saw Corbin fueling up. One could tell she was afraid of his rage. But I wonder how useful she will be to him once she gets those powers. I knew for sure she would be reckless, but how did Corbin agree to give all these powers to someone who had previously left the mate she claimed to love so much and then kill her own brother because she didn’t want to get caught with him?

How could Corbin be so stupid as to trust someone as messy as her?

“Anyway,” Corbin took a deep breath and then forced a smile onto his lips, turning to Christina, “Love! Why don’t you go get ready for this special ritual?” He asked her with a sweet smile planted on his lips. The look of worry changed to excitement once he reminded her what was waiting for her.

“I will go get ready,” she mumbled. “I will wear that beautiful white gown I bought with a diamond necklace.” She snapped her fingers and giggled when he laughed with her.

“She is so cute, isn’t she?” Corbin commented, watching her blush at his comments. She ran into the canopy while Corbin turned to look at Emelia.

“Where is the liquid you stole from the mother witch?” he asked her directly, looking very serious.

confident when shrugging her shoulders and informing

looking for a way out, there seemed to be none I could

making a big mistake. Christina will ruin everything,” the mother witch yelled

to you. Then what would you do? Let a strong and powerful witch walk around and boss you.” Oswin tried getting his attention, but

in her hands was befuddling to me. I have seen many fools trust a wicked soul, counting myself too, but Corbin took the cake with how he only met Christina a few times and believed her

gave it to Corbin, who stared at it for a moment

get ready. We have only an hour to start the ritual,” he informed her. The way Emelia smiled and then bit the inside of her cheek, not

they were doing was wrong, but that didn’t matter to her. Her hatred towards my mother and the mother witch has gone out of hand. She wanted her daughter to

us to talk and ambled into the canopy to

little bottle in

guard and prick his finger, opening the cork of the bottle and

confused as I was. But the mother witch looked stunned,

making me feel

back to where I was and knelt down beside me,

that I