Tasting All My Mates by Alexis Dee

428-Letting It Out.

Enya’s POV:

I spent the night alone in the mansion. I couldn’t help but think about Corbin’s next plan. I have also tried contacting

Mother Witch, but she went missing three months ago without a trace.

The coven was unreachable, so I was beginning to fear. What if Corbin has done something? His new rules were

pretty crazy about the outcasts.

I woke up in the morning with a tragic headache and found the mansion still empty. None of them came back

home, but how would they?

Would they be able to face me again? But what makes me think they didn’t celebrate after I left?

I did prepare a perfect breakfast for them, just to sit and eat with them and make them uncomfortable. I assumed

nobody was serious about an office that day because Lazlo returned at 8 a.m. He looked exhausted.

I was sitting right there in the living room, wearing a grey sweater and gray sweatpants. He didn’t even spare me a

glance and left for the bedroom. Maynard and Christina came back and bolted straight into their rooms.

“Wow!” I laughed at myself a little, thinking, “And here I thought they might try to explain to me why they messed

up.” I felt like a fool for not believing someone when they showed me their true colors. After a few minutes, they all

came back outside and went straight to the living room. They might have needed some hot showers to ease up

their muscles before they spoke to me.

When did the differences grow so big?

Lazlo sat on the couch with his body crouched down and his foot restlessly shaking. Maynard sat alone, leaning

back on the couch, his head tilted, but his eyes were fixed on my face. Christina had her arms crossed over her

chest and nothing but arrogance on her face. it wasn’t our fault. If you are

“What happened last night expecting an apology, cut it. I am deeply hurt that you asked my mate to accept you

right in front of my eyes.” Christina started the conversation when she should have remained silent.

“You know, it surprises me how you are able to think you can fool these two but also that you can look me in the

eye and forget how you were constantly pushing me to accept Maynard and marry him because Lazlo isn’t treating

me right. But I understand that my words are worth nothing. I am forever a liar, even after not lying once to

anyone.” I scoffed, fighting the urge to break down. “As for these two, I am sorry!” I said, making Maynard and

Lazlo attentive and defining their posture to look at me.

“Trust me, I am sorry that I expected anything from you two. I forgot that I have always been enough for myself. I

should have relied on myself then you t—wo,” I turned my face straight, ignoring the two people looking at me from

my left and from my right.

“With that being said, there is no need for an explanation,” I said as I stared at the empty wall ahead of me.

“Good! No damage done,” Lazlo shrugged, looking upset. I couldn’t tell if he was too ashamed of himself or just

angry that I didn’t cry in front of him and ask him why he didn’t save me.

“What?” Lazlo raised his voice at Maynard, who was staring at him in disbelief along with me.

“She doesn’t care. Look at her; she is so arrogantly saying it doesn’t matter if we accept her or not. She was quick

enough to ask you to save her, so I guess we all have our reasons to be a*sholes,” Lazlo yammered before he got

up from his seat and left for the kitchen to eat breakfast.

“Let’s pack our stuff. We can come back later when the project starts.” Christina got up before Maynard and walked

away.

The awkward silence and Maynard-this is all it has ever been like between us.

“I couldn’t go against her wishes. She has killed her brother for us. I am so sorry!” Maynard walked after her after

giving me a half-a*s excuse. I stayed silently in my seat, but after my emotions took over, I sprinted to the kitchen.

Lazlo has left the food I cooked to prepare toast for himself.

“You want me to keep crying for you?” I raised my voice to get his attention. He dropped the butter knife and

turned to me, folding his arms over his chest. Funny how he matched the grey sweater with me. There was nothing

else matching anymore.

“How many times have I not shown my emotions to you?” I yelled, feeling this burst of energy inside me that I

couldn’t explain.

He was stubbornly staring at me, looking conceited.

“You want me to beg for your love? I am sorry that I didn’t know that this is how you make someone love you. I

thoug—- ht love was something you do on your own will and not by someone begging for it. I am selfish; I am a

wh*re; I am a liar! You say all these things about me as if you don’t even know me. I had lost not only my mate, but

all my powers when you married me. Lazlo! I was suffering, yet I acted like I was present. I did whatever you told

me to make you happy. You liked me working in the kitchen and doing housework. I did all that. You bend me over

and over again until—- there was no flexibility left in me— and but that didn’t stop you, so you—,” I paused when a

big tear rolled down my eye and said, “You broke me.”

I realized how much he had changed me and was yet never happy.

“I did so much, yet I couldn’t make you happy, Lazlo. I am done pleasing you,” I whispered in s*bs.

“You slept with Maynard!” he shouted, unfolding his arms and approaching me with aggression.

“Because you f*cking left me heartbroken and angry. And for heaven’s sake, don’t say Christina wasn’t involved. If

she wasn’ t, why was she not mad at Maynard? If she wasn’t the mastermind, why do you think she didn’t question

Maynard once?” I yelled, and the frown on his forehead unfolded.