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 that facility, and there had never been successful attacks on the

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

along with her daughter though, yet had simply accepted it. ‘See? Even the Elders f“k up. We need to be firm

wait and see, okay?’ Ann replied

a lot else that would 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

Already?! Are you insane?! We’ve only

Maeve shrugged lightly.

how little we have sat on the throne. All they care about is getting rid

was right even without her years of watching court

problems 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

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 Adam would not object to the

been something that he had been

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

right, with the royal guards providing a line

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 food for this man?

could answer, the guard replied

appreciate your generosity, but… that can wait.” The guard rushed out with an apologetic grimace, “I came as soon as it

together nervously out of sight under the table.

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