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.”

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

and trusted that the Elders knew what they were doing. After all, Ada’s baby was innocent, despite the heinous crimes that its mother

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 and Ada were

just wait and see, okay?’

unless it’s an a*s*sa*s*sination attempt, but seeing as how he hasn’t made

you insane?! We’ve only just

Maeve shrugged lightly.

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

right even without her

on the throne brought a 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 her, especially as she had

heirs meant a stable throne as there was already a viable

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

front of a door and quickly ushered everyone inside, directing

her right, with the royal guards providing a line of defense in front of them, in case

to a comfortable chair that sat opposite. “Bartholomew… could we please arrange a drink and some food for this man? He looks as though

could answer, the

you, your 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 to our garrison. I’m already concerned that it took me so long

of sight under the table. This was not news that she was

well, then we’ll arrange it for afterward. Please, go ahead. It would be