Alpha Nocturne's Contracted Mate

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“I don’t know who the f*uc*k you think you are but this has nothing to do with you so back off!” Brad snarled as he slowly turned around.

Ann heard an excited squeal and as she glanced across at Lexi, she noticed that she wore an expression of delighted horror as she stared expectantly at the two males in front of her.

Ann wished the ground would swallow her whole where she stood as she turned with morbid interest to see where how this would play out.

Adam stood his ground, staring impassively at Brad’s shaking figure as it turned to face him. A wry smile found its way onto his face as Brad locked eyes with him and froze.

“What… this has nothing to do with you Alpha Nocturne. It’s simply a spat between two mates, that’s all. It’s nothing serious.” Brad offered, the tremor in his voice giving his nervousness away.

Lexi sniggered.

“Don’t lie, Brad. Ann rejected you, for sticking your d*ic*k in her sister and getting her pregnant.” She grinned, her eyes flashing wickedly as she spoke.

growled in Lexi’s direction as Adam took on a thoughtful expression and jammed his hands into his pockets. He c*oc*ked his head and dragged his eyes over Brad’s disheveled appearance and tutted loudly, shaking his

these days?” He questioned with a raised eyebrow. “It’s a pity… standards have really fallen since I last

excitedly and Ann felt a pang

dare,

him, Maeve… he doesn’t need to be kicked when

Why do you care about his feelings when he gave such little regard for your own when he was f*uc*king Ada.

as Brad began to respond she stepped between them both hurriedly, much to Maeve’s

There are things better left unsaid in public spaces. This shouldn’t have happened here.” Ann interrupted

silent for a few minutes as he stared at her speculatively, an unreadable

you wish, princess.” He smirked, as he lifted his eyes and shared a glance

and she shifted awkwardly on the

you two know each other?” Brad asked through narrowed eyes, as he

with Alpha Nocturne to anyone. It would be better if he handled any questions. That way, only the information that he wanted people to know would

the tabloids for a little while longer. Whoever said all press was good press was

of Ann’s hand and pulled her to his side, spinning her slightly as he did so.

nervously as she watched Brad’s face darken. He looked like he was about to commit murder. “We were recently acquainted,

focused intently on the spot where Adam had his large hand rested. His fingers curled comfortably around Ann’s arm, almost protectively, as

ground out slowly, his lips curved

surface of his eyes, and she could only imagine the emotions that he

tightened his grip around her,

you, Brad. I think you’ll find Ann can do as she