Alpha Nocturne's Contracted Mate

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He had briefly introduced himself as Bartholomew, one of the Senior Elders that oversaw the Enclave, before offering to escort them to a private room to receive whatever news it was that the man had brought.

“It’s not a problem, Bartholomew. If it is as important as I think it may be, then the sooner we hear what he has to say, the better.”

Bartholomew turned to look at her with an unreadable expression in his eyes, and she didn’t miss the curious look that Adam gave her either.

“Do you know what he’s here for, my Queen?” Bartholomew asked as casually as possible, but there was a definite hint of suspicion in his tone.

Ann smiled lightly and shook her head.

“I don’t know for sure, no. However, I can only pray that I’m wrong in my suspicion.”

something like this might happen. However, she had reasoned with herself that they transported inmates constantly to that facility, and there had never been successful attacks

innocent, despite the heinous crimes that its mother and grandmother had committed, the fault

curious that Narcissa had been sent along with her daughter though, yet had simply accepted it. ‘See? Even the Elders f“k up. We need to be firm when it comes to handing out

Maeve. Let’s just wait and see, okay?’

lot else that would warrant an intrusion like this. I know it and you know it. Well, unless it’s an a*s*sa*s*sination attempt, but seeing as how he hasn’t made a move yet I doubt that’s his

you insane?! We’ve only

Maeve shrugged lightly.

that as if it actually matters to the people who want us dead, how long or how little we have sat on the throne. All they care about is getting rid of us and either getting their own grubby little hands on it

even

foolish to think that they wouldn’t try their luck in getting rid of her, especially as she had no hair yet. Ann frowned to

something that she would have to rectify as quickly as possible. Many heirs meant a stable throne as there was already a viable line of succession and she was sure that Adam would

had been something that he had been keen

and quickly ushered everyone inside, directing Ann

left-hand side, and Adam to her right, with the royal guards providing a line of defense in front of them, in case she would

Ann addressed the exhausted and weary-looking guard with a tight smile, as she gestured to a comfortable chair that sat

Bartholomew could answer, the guard replied

with an apologetic grimace, “I came

nervously out of sight under the table. This was

Please, go ahead. It would be helpful to know who