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.”

containment facility, she had been concerned that something like this might happen. However, she had reasoned with herself

what they were doing. After all, Ada’s baby was innocent, despite the heinous crimes that its mother and grandmother had committed, the fault did not lie with that of the unborn

yet had simply accepted it. ‘See? Even the Elders f“k up. We need to be firm when it

just wait and see, okay?’ Ann replied

it. Well, unless it’s an a*s*sa*s*sination attempt, but seeing

insane?! We’ve only just ascended

Maeve shrugged lightly.

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

heavily. She knew Maeve was right even without her years of watching court

a whole host 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

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 not object to the

it had been something that

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

to her right, with the royal

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

Bartholomew could answer, the guard

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 already concerned

benignly as her stomach churned with anxiety. She twisted her fingers together nervously out of sight under the table. This was not news

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