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.”

their removal to a containment 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 never been successful attacks on

all, Ada’s baby was innocent, despite the heinous crimes that its mother and grandmother had committed, the fault did

found it curious that Narcissa had 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,

just wait and see, okay?’

and you know it. Well, unless it’s an a*s*sa*s*sination attempt, but

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

Maeve shrugged lightly.

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 into it at their behest.’ Maeve snorted

She knew Maeve was right even without her

to think that they wouldn’t try

meant a stable throne as there was already a viable line of succession and she was sure that Adam would not object to the

that he

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

to her right, with the royal guards providing a line of defense

sit.” Ann addressed the 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? He looks

answer, the guard replied

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 that it took me so long to get

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

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