Tasting All My Mates

Chapter 311-Author’s POV:
Years Ago:
“You are the only one left that I can trust with these powers now,” Mother Jolline had asked Hazel to accompany her to her room.
It’s been two weeks since Emelia had been kicked out of the coven.
The entire coven suffered because of her. They only relaxed when they heard the werewolves might have munched on her flesh.
The boys told the story in the most exaggerated way.
“Thank you for trusting me,” Hazel smiled innocently, waiting to get a hold of those powers.
“Here, drink from this and attain all the powers. Keep them safe for the next generation and make sure you distribute it among
them equally.” Jolline handed her over a glass with some potion in it. Everybody was standing around them, waiting for them to
give Hazel all the powers so that they could celebrate and feast on amazing food.
Hazel hadn’t told Jolline she had lost her virginity way before this day. Being careless as she was, she didn’t really think too
much of it. For her, it was just a stupid rule made by Jolline to call them pure.
“Thank you.” Hazel accepted the glass and faced her coven full of witches and warlocks before she brought the glass near her
lips and took a sip from it.
The moment she drank the liquid, her throat burned. She hissed as she coughed, making everybody wonder what was going on.
“Are you alright?” Jolline asked in suspicion. That would not usually happen.
“I am fi—ne,” Hazel lied, forcing the liquid down her throat even when it burned her throat into crisps.
“Agghhh!” The moment she finished it, she dropped the glass and let out an agonising scream. Panic hit everyone, as they
couldn’t discern why she was on her knees and coughing blood.
“What is going on?” one of the young warlocks let out a cry of fear.
“Everybody calm down,” an elderly witch ordered, but the fear had engulfed the young ones.
“Is she poisoned?” One of them suspected, not really picking up on why else she would be coughing like that.

“No! There is no way she would be poisoned. I prepared this potion myself.” Jolline shut down all the rumours instantly and faced
Hazel, who was seemingly in pain.
“Unless—,” she gasped, her steps leading backward, “Unless she was impure,” she finished, and goosebumps crept over
Hazel’s skin.
“Ohh!” The older witches, who knew that could be a very valid reason for Hazel to be in pain, yelped. The young ones, who used
to not take that rule seriously, were now mortified.
“Hazel!” Jolline gulped as she crouched down with her. “Tell us the truth, tell us we are panicking for no reason,” she demanded,
as she feared she had transferred all the power to an impure soul.
Hazel defeatedly raised her face and cried tears when looking at
Jolline.
“Please! Save me from this pain,” she begged, but her silence gave away her truth.
“You were impure!” Jolline’s hands flew over to her chest as she dropped on her butt and slapped her forehead, “What have !
done?” she let out a cry, watching everyone panic as the dark clouds took over the sky.
“I want this pain to be gone.” Hazel was crying and begging for someone to come forward and help her,
“The ancestors had unleashed their wrath upon us,” the older witch stared at the sky and announced, “She shouldn’t have lied to
us. Couldn’t you wait till you got the power to lose your virginity?” The old witch slapped Hazel, who landed on her side and
threw up some more blood.
“We never knew why that rule was important.” A student came forward to object to the teachings.
“It’s okay. Do not panic.” After taking a brief break and sitting in silence for some time, Jolline got back on her feet and composed
her posture.
“There is always a way to resolve a matter like this.” Although she had tears in her eyes, she was trying her best to sound okay
for the sake of others.
“How can this be resolved? The magic is gone from that impure soul.” The old witch watched her face miserably, hoping there
was indeed a way out of this mess.

“Fear not. We can get the powers back if she willingly gives them back to us.” Jolline pointed at Hazel, who was now breathing
comfortably. She was feeling much better, but that striking pain in her head didn’t seem to subside.
“Oh, thank God!” The old witch, along with the others, let out a sigh
of relief as they turned to Hazel.
“Hazel! My dear, get up and give us those powers back,” the old witch, who was slapping Hazel a few minutes ago, changed her
tone.
“Okay!” Hazel was shaking miserably. She wanted nothing but for that headache to be gone. She instantly leaped onto her feet
to agree with them.
“Once these powers are transferred, you will feel much better,”
Jolline said, with a fake smile across her lips. They were not going to help Hazel once they got the powers from her.
Jolline had prepared the worst fate for Hazel, far worse than what Emelia had to endure.
“I will keep my powers?” Hazel asked, and Jolline stayed silent for a moment before she nodded her head. She lied. They were
going to strip Hazel of all her powers.
“Here! just take th-” Jolline had eyed the old witch to quickly bring the potion she uses to take away the powers of young witches.
The moment Hazel saw the colour of that potion, she understood they were lying to her.
“You are taking away my powers,” Hazel stated, stepping away from them and looking around at everyone with a betrayed look
on her face.
“Well, it’s not like you don’t deserve a little punishment,” Jolline said creepily, waiting for Hazel to drink it and then willingly ask
the ancestors to take away her powers because, unlike Emelia, she had ancestor powers.
“No!” Hazel shook her head. “I am not losing these powers.” Her words shook the world from under their feet.