Tasting All My Mates by Alexis Dee novel Chapter 382

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.