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.
"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.