Tasting All My Mates by Alexis Dee

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.

"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.

sake of my mates. But I will only give them back until

your mates will be set free." She straightened her posture

anyone, are you? You are keeping these powers for yourself," I said, calculating

business. You are not a witch from our coven, so you better not judge me. I have lived a miserable life with a handful of magic because your mom took away all the magic that we were supposed to get. Now I want the magic back." Her voice was heavy when talking about how my mom stole the powers

of giving them back to the mother witch so that she can distribute them evenly? You are not any better. So no! I am not giving you the magic.

like your mother," she yelled

He didn't leave me because he couldn't stand me. He left because I told him that the witch who cast the curse would have to sacrifice herself in order to save him. He isn't stupid. He left because he didn't want me to sacrifice myself for him. He

storm seemed suspicious. The candles surviving the storm were a simple sign that it

growled angrily, slowly feeling my powers come

the powers willingly, the entire world will suffer the consequences." Her voice became bitter as she opened

on the pillow. My body turned hot, the energy spiked through my body,

the process of pouring my blood onto the burning candles when I lunged at her and grabbed her by her neck. The bottle tripped out of her hands while I tackled her to the ground.

the floor, and a candle had tripped over it. I was staring at it in silence, thinking, what