Alpha Nocturne's Contracted Mate

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The numbness was still preferable to the burning p@in that had coursed through her previously though.

Narcissa had returned again not long after she and Ada had removed Brad from her cell and taken him to places unknown. She swept in humming to herself pushing a table on casters in front of her, with a television screen perched on the top.

On the bottom shelf sat a tray with a few glasses and a jug of some sort of drink. Whatever it was, Ann didn’t think she would be accepting it in a hurry. Chances were that she would wind up dead with one sip if she even dared give in to her thirst.

She watched Narcissa through narrowed eyes, tracking her path across the small room, completely ignoring Ann as she did what she needed to do. When she was done, she exhaled happily, dusted her hands off on her skirts, and left the room again without so much as a backward glance at Ann.

As soon as she had shut the door behind her, Ann looked toward the screen that she had set up in front of her with a suspicious gaze and frowned.

their hearts… it was damn obvious that their hearts were as black as their souls, and this left her wondering what was to

to stir slightly inside of her, not much, just a flutter of her awareness brushing against her own as the door opened and Narcissa breezed in again, this time staring at Ann with a malicious

you’ve caused him enough p@in.” Ann hissed, her

more… humane option for him… don’t you?” Narcissa

wouldn’t understand humanity Ann… your kind isn’t capable of recognizing that sort of

caused in this household

and

glittering with amusement. “I don’t think you do, Ann. Not entirely. I think that all you had was a few suspicions and you’ve put them together to make

Am I

done far worse over the centuries so don’t you dare pass judgment on me.” She hissed in reply. “Perhaps if you look closely enough at

as she raked her nails across Ann’s face, leaving angry red welts across the

stirred a little more at the sudden attack and Ann’s heart leaped in excitement. If she could just keep her talking a little

with the marks that had appeared on Ann’s face and ran her

little rivalry with Ada has been… so much work completely derailed..” Narcissa sighed theatrically as she whirled around and practically skipped across to the table with

and turning to Ann with a

much as possible whilst you watch the little show that’s about to start.” Narcissa crooned as she moved the table a little closer and began

tears fall … oh

her jaw as she tried desperately to resist the urge to turn and glare fiercely at Narcissa. That was what she wanted, the reaction, and Ann refused to