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?”

a low warning growl from deep within Ann’s

I did not intend to dictate your course of action!”

successfully forced to submit before in all of his long life, but his

in her aura was almost unbearable and it was all he could do to stop himself from prostrating himself on the

no real effort or thought behind the process, just enough to get the information

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

to having to prod and poke the former king into action, he had obviously made the mistake of a*s*suming that Ann would require the same prompting and encouragement, and dictating her

without forcing the Senior Elders to do so in her stead, as her father

It was about time.

a little longer, before withdrawing

men to bring the bodies safely inside, and following that,

sweat trickling down his forehead as he returned to a

had returned to their

you 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. You

with shock for a

don’t want you to think that I’m ungrateful, but…” He began

protests now Greyson. I insist, and if that is not enough, then I shall make it a direct order.” Ann

nodded in defeat and saluted her