Tasting All My Mates

506-lt Was A Beautiful Journey.

“Argh!” he screamed again, punching himself.

At that moment, I knew what was going on. He was dealing with the ancestors. Since he wasn’t a witch and had taken their powers, he was going to hear whispering all the time.

I leaped to my feet, and he let me have a chuckle.

“You have always been a tough cookie!* he mocked, throwing a punch at me when Nia glazed over my eyes and held his arm, bending it over and cracking his shoulder.

“WHAT THE FUCK!” he screamed at his loudest, falling to the ground and grunting in agony.

The silent audience roared again as their hopes rose.

“How -” Corbin frowned, wrapping his fingers around his shoulder and cracking it.

I was prepared for another round of punches, so the moment he blinked when getting up, I landed a punch on his chin and knocked him down once again.

“Arghhh!” he screamed, ’how the fuck are you doing this?” He yelled, knowing that an omega could never defeat an alpha king, now a hybrid.

I didn’t do anything but kick him in the groin.

raising his hand at me, and that’s when I felt like the air around me started

tell he was now using his

getting up, I began to crumble and kneel

was choking and fighting for my breath while he chuckled and kept his hand out to use the mighty

was clear that if I didn’t stop him today, he would terrorize everyone and finally get a hold

opened my bloodshot eyes and forced the invisible force to set me free. The look of concern when Corbin couldn’t hold me

resulted in him losing his balance and rolling

kept hitting and attacking Corbin. He tried using his magic multiple times, but we were quick enough

in the crowd cheering me in even louder

his neck and dragged his head down. Rolling him over, I got on top of him and sat on him, wrapping my fingers around his neck just to glare him in the eyes. The look on

a silver dagger from the

“YAYYY!” the crowd cheered.

an asshole,” I spat on his face because we were both telling the truth before I heard him

the ground and begging

g—o.” he begged again when he noticed how fiercely I was trying to push the dagger into

these noises? There are the voices of the broken people you have tortured over the years. You and your father didn’t want to admit you were incapable of taking on such a huge responsibility. Instead, you two silenced whoever saw the flaws in you,” I muttered, still injecting the

the voices in his head. ’Can you please shut them up?’ he smiled, with tears running down his eyes. I suddenly stopped and put the

’Please tell them to shut up. I just want a few minutes of silence, please.”

struggling with the powers, but I didn’t

to my legs. The crowd was chanting and