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 that they transported inmates constantly to that facility, and there had never been successful

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

it. ‘See? Even the Elders f“k up. We need to be firm when it comes to handing out sentences.’ Maeve growled, instantly irritated at

know if that’s the case yet Maeve. Let’s just wait and see, okay?’ Ann

unless it’s an a*s*sa*s*sination attempt, but seeing as how he

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

Maeve shrugged lightly.

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

even without

in itself from power-hungry individuals and she would be foolish to think that they wouldn’t

she would 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

something that he had

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

took her seat, Bartholomew positioned himself on her left-hand side, and Adam to her right, with

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

answer,

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 sight under the table. This

arrange it for afterward. Please, go ahead. It would be helpful to know who you are and