Tasting All My Mates

Tasting All My Mates By Alexis Dee Chapter 382

Tasting All My Mates By Alexis Dee Chapter 382

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.

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“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.

“You cannot. Just give me all your powers, and you and your mates will be set

free.” She straightened her posture again and mumbled, this time with much

confidence. It surprised me that I had not heard from anyone else except her.

“You are not planning to give the powers back to anyone, are you? You are

keeping these powers for yourself,” I said, calculating her plan quickly. It might

have taken me a few hours to understand, but I realized she was playing with

me.

“It’s not your 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 from them.

“And how are you any better than my mom? Wanting all the powers for yourself

instead 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. You can

do whatever you want to do,” I raised my voice as I realized she wasn’t a victim,

but another greedy witch like my mother.

“I am nothing like your mother,” she yelled at me, raising her voice.

“You are. Whether you like it or not. And what did you say about Thiago leaving

me? 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 left because he still loves me!” I shouted, anger bubbling in my

veins.

“No! He hates you!” she shouted, covering her ears to avoid me. The arrival of

the storm seemed suspicious. The candles surviving the storm were a simple

sign that it was something she had done.

“What have you done?” I growled angrily, slowly feeling my powers come back.

“What needs to be done? If you do not give me the powers willingly, the entire

world will suffer the consequences.” Her voice became bitter as she opened the

bottle containing my blood.

“I would love to see you try,” I said, closing my eyes and resting my head on the

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

hands were free.

I think she 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 her hands while I tackled her to the ground. I was going to hit her, but

then my eyes followed her stare.

A few drops of my blood had already spilled on the floor, and a candle had

tripped over it. I was staring at it in silence, thinking, what could possibly go

wrong with my blood being set on fire?

It wasn’t until I turned to look at her that I found her smirking. She had evil

sparkling in her eyes. I was still holding her by her neck while on top of her.

“Say welcome to the dead monsters,” she whispered. “They are coming for you

and for everyone you have ever loved.” Her smirk faded, and her eyes locked

on mine.

“What does that mean? What did you do?” I asked in fear, my breathing turning

irrational.

“I have used your blood to cast a spell. The dead monsters, the white witches,

are coming here to feed on your soul. I brought them back using a powerful

witch’s blood. Let’s see how you will survive now,” she started laughing

maniacally, making my heart tremble in fear when the building started shaking.

“They are here,” she whispered, not laughing anymore. Suddenly, the wind blew

out all the candles, and silence engulfed the room.

I was no longer applying any pressure on her neck. My eyes were wandering

around in the dark to search for some light.

A handlike sensation grasped the hair on the back of my head, and I was

yanked away from her.

“Arghh!” A scream left my lips when I tried to free myself, but there was nothing I

could touch. They were made of mist