Tasting All My Mates by Alexis Dee

Read Tasting All My Mates by Alexis Dee Chapter 236 – The Family Of An Omega
Enya‘s POV:

“No!” I yelled at her. “You are fucking insane to even think I would do something like that for you,” I added angrily. I was feeling
my heart throbbing in my head at this point.
“You can yell all you want. You are pretty much tied to a tree helplessly. However, we are giving you a chance to survive and get
out of here with your baby still in your womb.” Poppy seemed to care less about anything. The icy gaze and shrugged shoulders
were giving me the heebie–jeebies.
I always knew there was another side to her. I never imagined it would be this bad in a million years.
“Why would I kill my mate?” I then asked her when she failed to tell me her reasoning behind compelling me to commit such a cri
me.
“Are you going to kill him or not?” she vaguely asked me.
“Kill him? Which mate?” I suddenly calmed down and whispered once creeps ran down my spine. I realized she had not mention
ed which mate she wanted me to kill.
“Which one can you kill?” Billy smirked from his seat, asking me as his eyes narrowed on my face in interest. He was having fun
watching me look at them with such fear in my eyes.
“Shut up!” Poppy yelled at her brother before turning to face me, “We want you to kill that motherfucker Maynard!” I gasped as sh
e grunted and her nostrils flared at the mention of his name.I have never seen so much anger and hatred in anyone‘s eyes in my
entire life.
“Why would you want me to kill him?” I was no longer shouting at her. I was just surprised when she said his name, the only mat
e who rejected me, and I accepted his rejection.
“Daddy is here,” Poppy said as she moved away from me to give me a better view of her father walking among his people, bowin
g down to him in respect.
“Humph!” A tall, white–bearded man stood in front of me and scanned me with a scowl on his face.

“She is his mate?” he asked Poppy, and she nodded to him. Billy got out of his chair and stood behind his father, just like Poppy
did.
“I am Rogue King Marcellus Von,” he introduced himself in a commanding voice, making his people bow again at the mere menti
on of his name.
Was Poppy a rogue king‘s daughter? I never saw it coming. But it was his name that made me feel icky. Why does that name so
und so familiar?
“Don‘t try to recognize me. We have never met before unless your scum of a mate has told you the lies about us as he did in his
pack.” His voice contained the same anger Poppy‘s voice did when talking about Maynard.
It was then that I remembered where I had known this name from. Maynard had talked about him. He told me about his daughter
luring his brother into a love trap and then killing him.
Was that girl Olivia‘s sister?
“Your daughter killed his brother. How do you call him all these nasty names when he is a victim of your vicious family?” I yelled o
nce, remembering how much Maynard and his mother dealt with after losing Geralt.
“So he did talk about us.” Marcellus nodded to himself, taking mental notes about everything.
“Why do you want me to kill him now? Hasn‘t Olivia done enough already?” I continued to talk and reminded him that they were t
he culprits here, not the other way around.
“Sorry on her behalf, she is annoying like that,” Poppy told her father while grunting at me for talking back to him.
“It is all fine. I admire her courage and loyalty to her mate. However, if only she knew how big of a bastard he is, she would
understand why killing him is the best option,” Marcellus gestured at his son, and Billy wasted no minute before setting a chair for
his father.
I didn‘t get their anger at Maynard. Did he expect him to not expose his daughter for stealing their weapons and then killing Geral
t in the process?
Once Marcellus sat down and had two wine glasses down his throat, he was all set to talk about his daughter in detail.

“My daughter was my pride,” he began by reflecting on the past. “She was the only one who understood me and took care of my
people like I wanted her to. Her abilities were surprisingly amazing.
She could turn any unpleasant situation into a beautiful memory. Olivia was a kind and humble soul. Her only mistake was that
she fell in love with someone from that twisted family of royals.” When tears fought to the surface of his eyes, he grabbed the
whole bottle.
The way he was mentioning her made me have weird ideas. He was constantly referring to her in the past tense.
“Was?” I asked, and he nodded, taking a big gulp of the alcohol.
“One night when she was out with my men to hunt food for us, she stumbled upon the crazy Argo. She fought her until she had
no strength left in her body. Defeated and wounded, she swam down the stream to escape him, but passed out just when she
was out of water.
Geralt of White Vicious Pack was interested in taking a swim that day. He found her passed out and took her to his pack. He took
care of her, aided her, and when she woke up, they felt the mate bond.
She returned to me and told me about finding a mate, but I didn‘t like the idea. Rumors were the witch‘s ancestors had cursed
these enormous packs. I didn‘t want her to get in trouble because of their sins. But she didn‘t listen to me.
That was the first time she had looked me in the eye and expressed a desire to do something against my will. Being the father of
that precious young girl, I allowed her to go after her dreams. I didn‘t hear back from her for a week.
And then I spotted her running through the woods in fear, naked and abused. All I could hear from her was that Maynard killed
his brother and–––and then she died. I then find out what happened.” He took a pause because his claim of Maynard killing his
brother compelled me to let out a yelp in shock.
“Maynard was the one who raped her.” Poppy said as tears streamed down her eyes.
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