Tasting All My Mates by Alexis Dee novel Chapter 311

Read Tasting All My Mates by Alexis Dee 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.