Tasting All My Mates by Alexis Dee

327-The Beginning of The Curse
Author’s POV:
Years Ago:
Emelia did get punished by staying with Alpha Yale and taking care of his son, who he would put in the cage all the time. Then
one day, Emelia was asked to accompany Yale somewhere. He took her to Hazel‘s home, but she wasn‘t aware of it. Neither did
Yale know about their history. He just wanted Emelia to understand the process of the herbs he was
feeding Lazlo from Hazel.
“She is an herb specialist?” Emelia asked the alpha as she looked around the small but cozy living room.
“Yes.” Yale didn‘t want to tell her he was taking favors from a witch, but because Emelia was a witch in the past, she felt that
energy in this house. Hazel had kept all the powers of the ancestors, but it had started to affect her. Her health was declining due
to so much pressure. But she didn‘t care. She had planned to give all her magic to her daughter when she grew up.
“This place!” Emelia whispered to herself, feeling weird. Her eyes then landed on a picture frame behind the books.
When Yale wasn‘t watching, Emelia grabbed the frame to observe it, and it was then her heart sank in her chest.

“Hazel!” she gasped, putting the frame down and worrying in bewilderment. She never thought of meeting her ever again. In her
mind, Hazel betrayed her so that she could take over
the mother witch‘s position. Emelia thought Hazel was still living in the forest with the coven.
“She must be here any second.” Yale said, “I need to use the restroom. Sit here, don‘t walk around without her permission.” Yale
didn’t care about Hazel‘s privacy. He just didn‘t want Emelia to find out more than she needed to know. Frightened and lost,
Emelia nodded and watched Yale walk away to the guestroom. The instant she was alone again, she got on her feet and snuck
into a room where Yale told her Hazel prepared herbs. Since Hazel wasn‘t home, Emelia had time to snoop around her stuff.
“After ruining my life, she is over here living her best life?” Emelia could feel the powerful energy in the room and tell Hazel had
most of the magic. She just couldn‘t understand why Hazel was living here. Did she not get the title of the Mother Witch? If so,
then what happened to the powers? Did they kick her out, and if they did, why did she still have magic?
Nothing made sense to Emelia, but she was angry at the fact that Emelia got punished and was forced to stay away from her
babies while Hazel lived her best life with a mate who supported her and a little baby girl.
“That pendant?” Emelia frowned when her eyes landed on a pendant that she recalled vividly. This was the same pendant she
had seen Shaun wear on their first date.
Was Hazel still meeting Shaun? Did he gift her this pendant?
Emelia didn‘t know that the pendant no longer belonged to Shaun. Hazel stole it long ago.
“This shouldn‘t be here,” Emelia growled, angry at Hazel‘s
audacity to still be having an affair with Shaun. Since she had a lot going on in her mind, she stole the pendant along with a bag
on the side and left the house.
“I should tell Mother Witch how Hazel is living among the werewolves and helping them.” Emelia knew now that Hazel was not
helping these Alphas with herbs, she was using magic to give them favors. She was sprinting like crazy.
All the harsh memories of the past were taking over her mind when she reached the forest. She didn‘t know what she could
expect when stepping into the forest again, but she did. She thought Hazel should face the consequences of her lies.
Since she still had the witch‘s blood in her body, she was able to enter the coven again. The guards around her saw her and
recognized her with no difficulty.

“Hey! What the fuck are you doing here again?” A guard yelled, confused after seeing her alive. “I want to speak to the mother
witch,” she said, taking deep breaths, as it wasn‘t easy to come back to the place where they had belittled you and tortured you.
“Huh! What makes you think she would want to meet you?” The guard asked, scoffing at her existence. But she was no longer
as timid as Emelia. She had been through shit. The angry and judgmental glares could do her no harm.
“Tell her I have information on Hazel,” Emelia realized, which would pique Mother Witch‘s interest. The guards shared a look
before one of them sprinted toward the houses.
Emelia feared Hazel might have stolen the magic and left. Or else there was no way she could survive and do so much
among werewolves.
After speaking to the mother witch, the guard returned with good news for Emelia.
“Follow me,” he didn‘t seem to be yelling anymore. Emelia began to follow him along the route where they once dragged her
out.
Emelia was surprised to see the current state of the coven. The witches looked sleep deprived; the warlocks looked stressed out.
This was no longer the powerful coven of witches.
Mother Jolline hadn‘t been able to recover from the trauma she received when Hazel forced them into a temporary sleep and ran
away with all the magic.
“Come in,” Mother Jolline invited Emelia inside, as she didn‘t want to leave her room for anything. She had kept herself locked in
for years now.
The ancestors had turned their backs on them until they ensured that Hazel would be punished.
“Emelia!” Jolline whispered, watching Emelia enter the room and looking around at the mess Jolline had created. She seemed to
be brewing something. It didn‘t look like a normal spell. The energy was too negative and strong.
“How are you?” Jolline asked Emelia, who didn‘t bow down to her in respect like she used to, as Jolline lost her respect when
she punished Emelia in the worst way possible.
“I am living,” Emelia answered, not focusing on Jolline‘s face,

is it hurt to look at the person who stripped her naked, the came person she thought was her mother.
This is for Hazel.” It was then that Jolline mentioned the enormous cauldron, and Emelia understood that Jolline was Oreparing a
curse for Hazel.
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