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.”

like this might happen. However, she had reasoned with herself that they transported inmates constantly to

was innocent, despite the heinous crimes that its mother and

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 irritated at the possibility that both Narcissa

that’s the case yet Maeve. Let’s just wait and

I know 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

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

Maeve shrugged lightly.

say that 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

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

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.

have to rectify as quickly as possible. Many heirs meant a stable throne as there was already a viable line of succession and

had been something that he had been keen on

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

on her left-hand side, and Adam to her right, with the royal guards

smile, as she gestured to a comfortable chair that sat opposite. “Bartholomew… could we please arrange a drink and some food for

answer, the

that can wait.” The guard rushed out with an apologetic grimace, “I came as soon as it was clear exactly what had occurred, once

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

would be helpful to know who you are and where exactly you are from