Tasting All My Mates by Alexis Dee

366-Give Up The Powers

She had tied me to a bed in one of the rooms. I could not tell what room it was, nor do I

remember which floor.

All I could think of was my body and how numb it was.

"I am preparing everything,” she whispered to herself. "It is the only way to make things right,"

she hyped herself, placing the candles around the bed and then straightening her back.

"The midnight will arrive in a few hours," she finally spoke to me, "Try opening your mouth. I

want to hear your last thoughts," she said, smiling through some sort of pain. Her eyes were

watery the whole time she was preparing for whatever sick game she had in her mind.

"Wh—y are —you doing this?" It was true; I was able to speak, but my tongue felt too heavy. It

was useless to speak to someone who I knew wouldn't tell me the exact truth. But I still tried.

"Well, for starters!" She stood in front of the bed and mumbled, "You don't deserve this life," she

said.

"By that, I don't mean the harshness these powers brought you. What I truly mean is that the

blessings you receive are not what you deserve. Your mother was an evil witch, Enya! she was a

horrible person," she sighed as she spoke about my mother.

"You k----now my mother?" I asked, blinking away the tears. Why is it that I cannot escape what she has done in the

past?

"I think it is time you learned about your mother." She dragged a chair and put it in front of the bed to sit on it.

"Your mother was one of us. There were two students of Mother witch, one was your mother and one Emelia.

Mother Jolline was supposed to pick one of the witches to take over." She paused because she noticed the frown on

my forehead.

"Take over what?" I asked, feeling my tongue taking my side this time.

"To take over all the powers of the ancestors. She was supposed to inherit them and then keep them safe for the

next witches that were going to complete the coven. Your mother was supposed to transfer the powers to them

and keep a fair share for herself. The process needed virgin witches. Well, to be honest, your mother was never the

first choice. Everybody wanted Emelia to be that witch, but she got kicked out for mating with a werewolf. Thanks to

your mother, she planned her fall perfectly, and Emelia fell for it. Then your mother was given the opportunity to

inherit the powers, which she did. Little did we know, she lied about being a virgin. The moment she took the

powers; she began to feel pain. She was supposed to give the powers back, but she denied it. The ancestors were

already angry, and then your mother fled with their powers. She caused turmoil in our coven. We suffered the

wrath of the ancestors while your mother built a life for herself in the werewolf land. She then did what the

ancestors feared the most. She used sacred magic to help the werewolves, who were our biggest enemies. Your

mother has ruined everybody's life, Enya." She explained the life story of my mother to me in a

few seconds, and in those few seconds, not even once did I hear her say my mother was maybe not that bad.

It confirmed that my mother was an awful person who ruined many lives.

"Now! Tell me why is her daughter living her best life with the alphas, whom she ruined, taking care of her? Oh! Not

to mention, enjoying the powers too?" She got up from the chair and reached my side, saying, "These powers

belong to us. We should have gotten these powers," she yelled as she bent down on my face.

"What did you say to Thiago?" I asked, looking her in the eye while being tied miserably. I still didn't beg her to free

me because there was no point in doing that.

"What he should have known from the beginning. I told him the truth about your mom." She rested her hand on the

wall behind the bed and smirked, keeping her face and feet away from mine.

"You—," I gasped, not able to respond to her.

"Yes! The day you were all busy running around taking care of Walsh, I took the opportunity to tell him all about

your mother. I am glad I did that. He deserved to leave your sorry ass." She muttered, her eyes spitting hate for my

existence.

"That's when he probably decided to leave, because he didn't want to stay close to you. And I can already see your

other mates walking away, abandoning you. They have all seen your

true face." She laughed when walking away from me and peeking outside the window, "Corbin was the only who

wanted to stick by your side but then— then I figured out why?" she turned to me with a proud look on her face. It

confused me to see her so happy and confident.

"He wanted a powerful mate beside him." She shrugged her shoulders, making me feel like I was going to shatter

inside.

I didn't want him to love me sincerely, but it just proved that maybe all my mates were only with

me because of my powers.

"Isn't it a thing in werewolf packs that the alpha should marry a powerful mate so that their kids

can be even more powerful and can challenge an alpha king?" She stroked her chin, trying to

think, and then smirked at me.

"So, now that nobody cares about you, why would you want to continue living?" She stared at

me from afar, "Just give up." She added.

"What do you want from me?" I asked, while struggling to free my wrists.

"Your powers. Just give me the powers that belong to us," she muttered, not smirking anymore.

"I know you must be thinking why you would do that. Why keep those powers that are upsetting

your mate?" she asked as she hunched over.

"Give me the powers, and I will contact Thiago and let him know you are ready to be a better

person than your mother,"

she said with much confidence.

She knew where he was.