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.

likely that this was something given to her out of the goodness of their hearts… it was damn obvious that their hearts were as black as their souls, and this left her wondering what was to

brushing against her own as the door opened and Narcissa breezed in again, this time staring at Ann with a malicious glint in her eyes, her expression full

enough p@in.” Ann hissed, her

Narcissa smirked as she flicked the television screen on and turned to face Ann with a

your kind isn’t capable of recognizing that sort of

Ann laughed humourlessly, “The chaos that you’ve caused in this

and c*oc*ked her

chuckled, her eyes glittering with amusement. “I don’t think you do, Ann. Not entirely. I think that all you

witch aren’t you? Am I wrong?” Ann spat,

if you look closely

nothing, Ann. NOTHING.” Narcissa roared suddenly as she

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

with the marks that had appeared on Ann’s

idea how irritating your little rivalry with Ada has been… so much work completely

up and turning to Ann with a smirk playing at the corners of her

little show that’s about to

heart break all over again…watching your tears fall … oh Ann… it will be exquisite,” Narcissa whispered in

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