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.”

facility, she had been concerned that something like this might happen. However, she had reasoned with herself that they transported inmates constantly to that facility, and there had

paranoia and trusted that the Elders knew what they were doing. After all, Ada’s baby was innocent, despite the heinous crimes that its

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 sentences.’ Maeve growled,

yet Maeve. Let’s just wait and see,

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

you insane?! We’ve only just ascended

Maeve shrugged lightly.

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 or shoving some poor unsuspecting puppet into it at their behest.’

right even without her years of watching court

problems in itself from power-hungry individuals and she would be foolish to think that they wouldn’t try their luck in

as possible. Many heirs meant a stable throne as there was already a viable line

that

a door and quickly ushered everyone inside, directing Ann to a brocade-lined,

took her seat, Bartholomew positioned himself on her left-hand side, and Adam to her right, with the royal guards providing a line of defense in front of them, in case she

tight smile, as she gestured to a comfortable chair that sat opposite. “Bartholomew… could we please arrange a drink and some food for this man? He looks as though he could

could answer, the

grimace, “I came as soon

churned with anxiety. She twisted her fingers together nervously out of sight under the table. This was

would be helpful to know who you are and