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.”

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 attacks on

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

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 irritated at the possibility that both Narcissa and Ada were out

Maeve. Let’s just wait and see, okay?’ Ann replied gently, trying to pacify her

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

you insane?! We’ve only just ascended

Maeve shrugged lightly.

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

even without her

itself from power-hungry individuals and she would be foolish to think that they

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

that he had

directing Ann to a brocade-lined, high-backed mahogany chair that sat behind

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

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 as

could answer, the

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

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

it for afterward. Please, go ahead. It would be helpful