Tasting All My Mates by Alexis Dee

327-The Beginning of The Curse 

Author’s POV: 

Years Ago: 

Emelia did get punished by staying with Alpha Yale and taking care of his son, who he would put in the cage all the

time. Then one day, Emelia was asked to accompany Yale somewhere. He took her to Hazel‘s home, but she wasn‘t

aware of it. Neither did Yale know about their history. He just wanted Emelia to understand the process of the herbs

he was 

feeding Lazlo from Hazel. 

“She is an herb specialist?” Emelia asked the alpha as she looked around the small but cozy living room. 

“Yes.” Yale didn‘t want to tell her he was taking favors from a witch, but because Emelia was a witch in the past, she

felt that energy in this house. Hazel had kept all the powers of the ancestors, but it had started to affect her. Her

health was declining due to so much pressure. But she didn‘t care. She had planned to give all her magic to her

daughter when she grew up. 

“This place!” Emelia whispered to herself, feeling weird. Her eyes then landed on a picture frame behind the

books. 

When Yale wasn‘t watching, Emelia grabbed the frame to observe it, and it was then her heart sank in her chest. 

“Hazel!” she gasped, putting the frame down and worrying in bewilderment. She never thought of meeting her ever

again. In her mind, Hazel betrayed her so that she could take over 

the mother witch‘s position. Emelia thought Hazel was still living in the forest with the coven. 

“She must be here any second.” Yale said, “I need to use the restroom. Sit here, don‘t walk around without her

permission.” Yale didn’t care about Hazel‘s privacy. He just didn‘t want Emelia to find out more than she needed to

know. Frightened and lost, Emelia nodded and watched Yale walk away to the guestroom. The instant she was alone

again, she got on her feet and snuck into a room where Yale told her Hazel prepared herbs. Since Hazel wasn‘t

home, Emelia had time to snoop around her stuff. 

“After ruining my life, she is over here living her best life?” Emelia could feel the powerful energy in the room and

tell Hazel had most of the magic. She just couldn‘t understand why Hazel was living here. Did she not get the title of

the Mother Witch? If so, then what happened to the powers? Did they kick her out, and if they did, why did she still

have magic? 

Nothing made sense to Emelia, but she was angry at the fact that Emelia got punished and was forced to stay away

from her babies while Hazel lived her best life with a mate who supported her and a little baby girl. 

“That pendant?” Emelia frowned when her eyes landed on a pendant that she recalled vividly. This was the same

pendant she had seen Shaun wear on their first date. 

Was Hazel still meeting Shaun? Did he gift her this pendant? 

Emelia didn‘t know that the pendant no longer belonged to Shaun. Hazel stole it long ago. 

“This shouldn‘t be here,” Emelia growled, angry at Hazel‘s 

audacity to still be having an affair with Shaun. Since she had a lot going on in her mind, she stole the pendant

along with a bag on the side and left the house. 

“I should tell Mother Witch how Hazel is living among the werewolves and helping them.” Emelia knew now that

Hazel was not helping these Alphas with herbs, she was using magic to give them favors. She was sprinting like

crazy. 

All the harsh memories of the past were taking over her mind when she reached the forest. She didn‘t know what

she could expect when stepping into the forest again, but she did. She thought Hazel should face the consequences

of her lies. 

Since she still had the witch‘s blood in her body, she was able to enter the coven again. The guards around her saw

her and recognized her with no difficulty. 

“Hey! What the fuck are you doing here again?” A guard yelled, confused after seeing her alive. “I want to speak to

the mother witch,” she said, taking deep breaths, as it wasn‘t easy to come back to the place where they had

belittled you and tortured you. 

“Huh! What makes you think she would want to meet you?” The guard asked, scoffing at her existence. But she was

no longer as timid as Emelia. She had been through shit. The angry and judgmental glares could do her no harm. 

“Tell her I have information on Hazel,” Emelia realized, which would pique Mother Witch‘s interest. The guards

shared a look before one of them sprinted toward the houses. 

Emelia feared Hazel might have stolen the magic and left. Or else there was no way she could survive and do so

much 

among werewolves. 

After speaking to the mother witch, the guard returned with good news for Emelia. 

“Follow me,” he didn‘t seem to be yelling anymore. Emelia began to follow him along the route where they once

dragged her out. 

Emelia was surprised to see the current state of the coven. The witches looked sleep deprived; the warlocks looked

stressed out. This was no longer the powerful coven of witches. 

Mother Jolline hadn‘t been able to recover from the trauma she received when Hazel forced them into a temporary

sleep and ran away with all the magic. 

“Come in,” Mother Jolline invited Emelia inside, as she didn‘t want to leave her room for anything. She had kept

herself locked in for years now. 

The ancestors had turned their backs on them until they ensured that Hazel would be punished. 

“Emelia!” Jolline whispered, watching Emelia enter the room and looking around at the mess Jolline had created.

She seemed to be brewing something. It didn‘t look like a normal spell. The energy was too negative and strong. 

“How are you?” Jolline asked Emelia, who didn‘t bow down to her in respect like she used to, as Jolline lost her

respect when she punished Emelia in the worst way possible. 

“I am living,” Emelia answered, not focusing on Jolline‘s face, 

is it hurt to look at the person who stripped her naked, the came person she thought was her mother. 

This is for Hazel.” It was then that Jolline mentioned the enormous cauldron, and Emelia understood that Jolline was

Oreparing a curse for Hazel. 

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