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.”

that something like this might happen. However,

were doing. After all, Ada’s baby was innocent, despite the heinous crimes

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

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

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

Already?! Are you insane?! We’ve only just

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 shoving some poor unsuspecting puppet

was right even without her years of watching court politics

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 yet. Ann frowned

was something that she would have 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 he had been keen

directing Ann to a

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

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?

Bartholomew could answer, the

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

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

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