Tasting All My Mates

497-1 Gave Him Everything
Enya’s POV:
“How the hell did they even catch him? I told that idiot to kill that crazy Lycan or if not, at least weaken him.” Corbin had lost his
shit ever since he heard what Theo and the others did in his mansion.
“They tried,” the guard murmured awkwardly. Christina no longer had her breasts out after she saw Corbin fueling up. One could
tell she was afraid of his rage. But I wonder how useful she will be to him once she gets those powers. I knew for sure she would
be reckless, but how did Corbin agree to give all these powers to someone who had previously left the mate she claimed to love
so much and then kill her own brother because she didn’t want to get caught with him?
How could Corbin be so stupid as to trust someone as messy as her?
“Anyway,” Corbin took a deep breath and then forced a smile onto his lips, turning to Christina, “Love! Why don’t you go get
ready for this special ritual?” He asked her with a sweet smile planted on his lips. The look of worry changed to excitement once
he reminded her what was waiting for her.
“I will go get ready,” she mumbled. “I will wear that beautiful white gown I bought with a diamond necklace.” She snapped her
fingers and giggled when he laughed with her.
“She is so cute, isn’t she?” Corbin commented, watching her blush at his comments. She ran into the canopy while Corbin turned
to look at Emelia.
“Where is the liquid you stole from the mother witch?” he asked her directly, looking very serious.
“I have kept it safe.” Emelia looked pretty confident when shrugging her shoulders and informing Corbin how credible she was.
“Bring it to me,” he ordered, not looking away from my face this time. No matter how much I pondered looking for a way out,
there seemed to be none I could find. Emelia bobbed her head to Corbin’s orders and ran past him to her canopy.
“You are making a big mistake. Christina will ruin everything,” the mother witch yelled to get Corbin’s attention, who was only
staring at my face.
“She will not be loyal to you. Then what would you do? Let a strong and powerful witch walk around and boss you.” Oswin tried
getting his attention, but Corbin looked very content with his decision. I never thought he knew Christina this well.

The way he was ready to put all his fate in her hands was befuddling to me. I have seen many fools trust a wicked soul, counting
myself too, but Corbin took the cake with how he only met Christina a few times and believed her to be a good choice to give all
the powers to. I didn’t say a word this whole time. No matter what we say, he is adamant that he is not making a mistake.
Emelia walked back to us with a potion in her hands and gave it to Corbin, who stared at it for a moment before looking at Emelia
again.
“Go help her get ready. We have only an hour to start the ritual,” he informed her. The way Emelia smiled and then bit the inside
of her cheek, not smiling so widely, looked so evil.
She knew what they were doing was wrong, but that didn’t matter to her. Her hatred towards my mother and the mother witch
has gone out of hand. She wanted her daughter to have what she deserved at a young age.
Emelia left us to talk and ambled into the canopy to help get her daughter ready, as Corbin had ordered her.
“So!” Corbin stretched his neck, holding the little bottle in his hands, and reached the guard on the side.
He grabbed a knife from the guard and prick his finger, opening the cork of the bottle and inserting his finger inside it.
I shared a glance with my brother, who was as confused as I was. But the mother witch looked stunned, almost petrified.
“No!” she gasped, making me feel shivers too.
Corbin silently marched back to where I was and knelt down beside me, holding the potion out for me.
“You want the powers for yourself.” It was only then that I guessed it right when he held the bottle out for me.
“Handing over this kind of power to someone who is not born a blood witch is not a wise idea. A person without a bloodline of
witches can never stay on good terms with these powers.” Mother witch protested against his idea, but it only made him smirk
wider.
“Do you really think there is anything I cannot master?” Corbin, being too confident, disagreed with the mother witch.
“It is not about mastering. It will make you go crazy.” I could hear the panic in her voice.
She was trying to make him understand that taking such a step would only lead to chaos, but he seemed too arrogant to
understand that.

“Drink this and willingly give your powers to me.” Corbin then ignored the mother twitch and deepened his eye contact with me.
His guards already knew what they needed to do in case I disobeyed Corbin. They dragged Oswin into my view and knelt him
down with a gun pointing straight at his heart.
“If you didn’t do that, your beloved brother will die,” Corbin faked a sad pout, making me gulp and look back at him angrily.
“Enya! Don’t do that. Let him kill me, but don’t ever put him in charge of so much power,” Oswin argued over the idea.
“Come on, Enya! would you want your brother to die for some powers? Is it what he is worth?” Corbin shook his head at me in
disapproval.
I kept glaring at his face before I gave up. I knew he would kill my brother if I didn’t listen to him. If he truly thinks he can manage
to enjoy the powers, then fuck it. I will always choose my beloved over these powers.
With that in mind, I grabbed the bottle and blocked all the protests of Mother Witch and Oswin out while I drank the potion and
willingly gave my powers to the asshole in front of me.