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.”

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

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

had been sent along with her daughter though, yet had simply accepted it. ‘See? Even the Elders f“k up. We need to be

Let’s just wait and see,

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

insane?! We’ve only just

Maeve shrugged lightly.

the throne. All they care about is getting rid of us and either getting their own grubby little hands

heavily. She knew Maeve was right even

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

would have to rectify as quickly as possible. Many heirs meant a stable throne as there was already a

something that

front of a door and quickly ushered everyone inside, directing Ann to a brocade-lined, high-backed mahogany chair

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

exhausted and weary-looking guard with a 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?

answer, the guard

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 already concerned that it took me

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

afterward. Please, go ahead. It would be helpful to know who you are and where exactly you are