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 announced their removal to a containment facility, she had been concerned that something like this might happen. However, she had reasoned

all, Ada’s baby was innocent, despite the heinous crimes that its

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 sentences.’ Maeve growled, instantly

just wait and see, okay?’ Ann replied gently, trying

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

Already?! Are you insane?! We’ve only just ascended the throne!’ Ann

Maeve shrugged lightly.

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

Maeve was right even without her years

of problems in itself from power-hungry individuals and she would be 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

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 not object to the

been something that he had been keen on

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

with the royal guards providing a line of defense in front of them, in

a tight smile, as she gestured to a comfortable chair that sat opposite. “Bartholomew… could we please

answer, the guard replied

you, your highness. Please, don’t take this the wrong way as I appreciate your generosity, but… that can wait.” The guard rushed out with an apologetic grimace, “I came as soon as it was clear exactly what had occurred, once we had returned to our garrison. I’m

together nervously out of

go ahead. It would be helpful to know who