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 chest as Bartholomew tried to

apologize for my presumptuous comment. I did not intend to dictate your course of action!” Bartholomew answered hastily,

of his long life, but his Queen’s power was something else

stop himself from prostrating himself on the floor in front of her fully,

them, no real

best of his understanding, he could only a*s*sume that

used 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

was abundantly clear that she was going to rule as a monarch should, without forcing the Senior Elders to do so

It was about time.

longer, before withdrawing it completely,

position a little clearer on things, please arrange an escort for Greyson and his men to bring the bodies safely inside, and following that, they will be a*s*signed

your Highness.” Bartholomew nodded quickly, thin beads of sweat trickling down his forehead as he returned to

everyone had

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

for a moment

I don’t want you to think that I’m ungrateful, but…” He began hesitantly before he was unceremoniously cut

then I shall make it a direct order.” Ann stated simply, her adrenaline rushing

nodded in defeat and saluted her