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.

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

be set free." She straightened her posture again and mumbled, this time with much

the powers back to anyone, are you? You are keeping these powers for yourself," I said, calculating her plan quickly.

magic because your mom took away all the magic that we were supposed to get. Now I

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. You can do whatever you want to do," I raised

mother," she yelled at

who cast the curse would have to sacrifice herself in order

her ears to avoid me. The arrival of the storm seemed suspicious. The candles surviving the storm were a simple sign that it was

done?" I growled angrily, slowly feeling

done? If you do not give me the powers willingly, the entire world will suffer the consequences." Her voice became bitter as

resting my head on the pillow. My body turned hot, the energy spiked through my body, and soon my

estimated it all wrong. Because when I got out of bed, her jaw met the floor. She was already in 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

had tripped over it. I was staring at