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.”

might happen. However, she had

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

need

don’t know if that’s the case yet Maeve. Let’s just wait and see, okay?’ Ann replied gently, trying to

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

Are you insane?! We’ve only

Maeve shrugged lightly.

us dead, how long or how little we have sat on the throne. All they care about is getting rid of us and either getting their own grubby little hands on it or

right even without

whole host of 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

heirs meant a stable throne as there

had been something that he had been keen on

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

she took her seat, Bartholomew positioned himself on her left-hand side, and Adam to her right, with the royal guards providing a line of defense in front of them, in case she would

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? He

could answer, the guard

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 as soon as it was clear exactly what had occurred, once we had returned

stomach churned with anxiety. She twisted her fingers together nervously out of sight under

It would be helpful to know who you are and