Alpha Nocturne's Contracted Mate

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‘So much for a drama-free day.’ Maeve snorted sarcastically.

Ann stood at the office door with a blank expression on her face as she watched the chaos in front of her with mild amusement.

Narcissa was being manhandled by the guards that Adam had put in place, completely preventing her from proceeding down the corridor as Ada watched with wide eyes and an expression of frustration written all over her face as she hovered helplessly in the background.

Suddenly her eyes flicked up and locked with Ann’s and her face morphed into a simpering, pitiful-looking expression as she reached her arms out towards her, holding up a large basket in her direction.

“Please, Ann, I just want to make amends. Look, I brought a peace offering.” She said as she lifted the cloth covering the top of the basket and tilted it slightly so that Ann could see the contents.

continued trying to coax Ann into

and sweet treats from when you were a child. I know we didn’t always get along, but I

forehead wrinkled slightly as

Don’t you dare! This is going to be some sort of ploy to cause chaos

what if

almost ch*oked on her indignation as a wave of incredulity at

now? After everything that’s happened so far, and your suspicions about them… you’re STILL going to put yourself at

hold suspicions about them. All they know is that I’m still hurt and angry about Ada’s betrayal, but how else

should let me take over and attack them both. Finish this once and for all. There will be nothing left of either of them by the time I’m

to Ann. She knew this was probably another trap they were trying to

completely at the mercy of their schemes and at least for now, if anything untoward happened, she at least had access to the castle, enabling

was clearly poison, as was Ada, but for some reason, Ann had the feeling that Ada wasn’t as skilled with her craft

she hadn’t physically harmed Ann, when she could have gotten rid of her as easily as she had

restrained and a lot cleverer with her manipulation than her daughter

way to overcome it. But for now, it’s

imbecile, Ann, I think you’re making the wrong decision. As soon as this is over, I demand you call Lexi. At least she might be able to get through to you. If nothing else at least I’ll have the satisfaction of listening to her

on Ann in the same wide-eyed innocent and pleading expression that had gotten her everything that

the slight bump of the growing child in her stomach was starting to show under the soft material of her