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.”

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 never

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

Even the Elders f“k up. We need to be firm when it comes to handing out sentences.’ Maeve growled, instantly irritated at

yet Maeve. Let’s just wait and see, okay?’ Ann replied gently,

it and you know it. Well, unless it’s an a*s*sa*s*sination attempt, but seeing as how he hasn’t made

only just ascended

Maeve shrugged lightly.

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 or shoving some poor unsuspecting puppet

was right even without her years of watching court politics at

be foolish to think that they wouldn’t try their luck in getting rid of her, especially as she had

meant a stable throne as there was already a viable line of

it had been something that he had

inside, directing Ann to a brocade-lined, high-backed mahogany chair that sat behind

himself on her left-hand side, and Adam to her right, with the royal guards providing a line of defense in front of

gestured to a comfortable chair that sat opposite. “Bartholomew… could we please

could answer, the guard

grimace, “I came as soon as it was clear exactly what had occurred, once we had returned to

anxiety. She twisted her fingers together nervously out of sight under the table. This was not news that

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