Alpha Nocturne's Contracted Mate

Chapter 62

Alpha Nocturne’s Contracted Mate by A E Randell

Chapter 62 She is Nothing But a Glorified WH*ORE!

‘Maeve…that woman…’ Ann began hesitantly as she stared intently at the woman’s face.

‘Before you say anything else…don’t. I know exactly what you’re thinking. I feel the same way about her.’ She growled furiously in reply.

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‘Why does she make my skin crawl though? It’s as if…’

‘She makes us feel this way because she’s full of darkness, Ann. Before you ask… yes. We do know her. We have met her before.’

Ann struggled with the fury that she felt rolling from Maeve and without warning Adam’s arm reached backward and his fingers closed around her shoulder, squeezing it rea*s*suringly.

The small gesture surprised her and her heart seemed to flip. It was almost as if he could sense how she was feeling… but that was impossible… right?

‘Nothing is impossible with the Daemon Lord’s power, Ann. You wanted it to be convincing…perhaps he has made it so that everything is shared between you… including mimicking the intricacies of the bond.’ Maeve mused, the anger still clear but decidedly less intense after Adam’s touch.

woman was, but her attention was drawn by the figure

Who does he think he is?! How dare he challenge their Alpha this way?!’ Maeve roared in indignation

though Maeve, we have faked the

irrelevant! Adam will always do what is best for his Pack and his personal life

violent threats toward the elders out. Maeve’s anger and indignation were infectious and

disdainfully, not even bothering to hide the contempt he felt for him anymore as Adam

have been revealed. Alpha or not, you cannot prevail against so many of

expressionless as he stared coldly back

it clear that if you continued with this nonsense then you and those

promise of violence in

feel her l*stful desires towards her mate at this small display of

place for such distracting thoughts… but she couldn’t help but bite her lip gently as the

mouth as he jabbed Adam hard in his chest

you haven’t marked that woman. She is nothing but a glorified WH*ORE! Forsaking

and his fingers wrapped around

and I promise I will make your death as slow and p@inful as

no trace of fear in his eyes as he stared back at

no better. She bears no mark on her. She does not belong to you, nor this Pack!”

his eyes shining with a

scene playing out in the middle of the dining hall

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