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.”

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

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 fault did not lie with that of the unborn

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

Maeve. Let’s just wait and

warrant an intrusion like this. I know it and you know it. Well, unless it’s an a*s*sa*s*sination attempt, but seeing as how

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

Maeve shrugged lightly.

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

was right even without her years of watching court politics

to think that they wouldn’t try

Many heirs meant a stable throne as there was already a viable line of succession and

all, it had been something that he had been keen on quite

stopped in front of a door and quickly ushered everyone inside, directing Ann

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

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

Bartholomew could answer, the guard

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

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

well, then we’ll arrange it for afterward. Please, go ahead. It would be helpful to know who you are and