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.”

this might happen. However, she

what they were doing. After all, Ada’s baby was innocent, despite the heinous crimes that its mother and grandmother had

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, instantly

just wait and see,

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 doubt that’s his goal

We’ve only just ascended the throne!’ Ann scoffed

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 their own grubby little hands on it or shoving some

She knew Maeve was right even

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.

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

had been something that he

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

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

sat opposite. “Bartholomew… could we please arrange a drink and some food

answer, the guard

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

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

would be