Alpha Nocturne's Contracted Mate

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It was less than ideal, but if it was spoken of outside of this room, then it would be widely known that Ann was no pushover, and would happily act before the Elders got a chance to do so.

Perhaps Maeve was right and more direct action was necessary. Her father had been a weak ruler in later years and perhaps he had allowed them a little too much freedom in dictating how things were run.

The Enclave was an ancient inst*itution that protected the Kingdom from tyrant rulers. They were never meant to make the decisions for the Kings and Queens, merely to ensure that justice was upheld and that the Royal line did not abuse its power to the detriment of the general population.

Ann calmed her raging fury and did her best to speak calmly. Though her tone was laced with a deadly undercurrent.

“I will see for myself just what exactly that b***h has cooked up this time, Bartholomew, and when we finally catch up with her, I promise you this; not a single thing will stand between Maeve and I when we come face to face with her. I fully intend to be the one ripping her throat out with our bare teeth when the time comes. Am I clear?”

Ann’s chest as Bartholomew tried to sink lower

intend to dictate your course of action!” Bartholomew answered hastily, desperate to appease her

been successfully forced to submit before in all of his long life, but his Queen’s power was

himself from prostrating himself on the floor in front of her fully, yet, she barely seemed to be exerting any effort with

air around them, no real effort or thought behind the process, just enough

the best of his understanding, he could only a*s*sume that Ann was merely testing his loyalty as a

and poke the former king into action, he had obviously made the mistake of a*s*suming that Ann would

as a monarch should, without forcing the Senior Elders to do so in

It was about time.

before

an escort for Greyson and his men to bring the bodies safely inside, and

of sweat trickling down his forehead as he returned to a standing position, noticeably

turned to face Greyson once everyone had returned to

would like to follow Bartholomew’s instructions and lead his men to the corpses, then you and your men may retire for the evening and rest up.

shock for a moment before he

you to think that I’m ungrateful, but…” He

a direct order.” Ann stated simply, her adrenaline rushing through her as Maeve preened happily that their display of power and the message behind it had

defeat and saluted