Alpha Nocturne"s Contracted Mate

CHAPTER 2 The Curse

She sniffled miserably as she looked around her. Somehow she had ended up in the popular club district of the city, well known for its nightlife.

The pulsating beats that emanated from inside some of the buildings did nothing but remind her of the strong, rhythmic heartbeat that she would hear when she laid her head on Brad’s chest, and the grief would hit her all over again.

‘Perhaps you can find a quieter bar,’ Maeve growled.

A*n jumped at the sudden gruff voice in her head and it took her a moment before she had recovered enough to reply.

‘But… Maeve… I don’t drink… I never have.’ A*n protested.

‘No? Well, fated mates don’t ever sleep with their mate’s sister either… yet here we are. Now seems like a perfect time to start drinking.’ She snapped back brutally.

A*n bit her lip, unsure how to reply and she felt the sensation of Maeve sighing heavily.

‘Even if you don’t want to drink, I want something to numb us both. Fratricide is frowned upon and if I see that b*tch again then you can be sure that she’ll get what’s coming to her. Until then, find somewhere quiet and drink until I shut up.’ she grumbled.

A*n took a deep breath and lowered her head, hoping that her hair covered her face from the curious glances that were cast her way.

They eventually arrived at a bar well known for its high-profile clientele and commitment to protecting their privacy. It was the perfect place to hide for a little while.

stopped

think you’ve got the

cheeks flush furiously as she lifted her head to

realized

stumbling over his words as A*n narrowed her eyes at him and the golden irises of her

and see a comedian. I

an Alpha King granted her that privilege and as she squeezed into the booth, lifting the hem of her dress so as not to get wrapped up in it, she

her and apologized profusely for the conduct of his doorman. As a way of showing

the drinks menu she accepted Maeve’s suggestions

way that she would go through with this wedding. If Brad could do this to her now, before they were even married and marked, the chances were that his behavior would only

‘It’s the worst kind of betrayal. You should seduce him and let me rip his penis off so he’ll never be

reason, A*n giggled at Maeve’s fierceness and

I think the rejection should do fine.’ A*n

man home with you tonight and repay the favor,’ Maeve

from the wine deepening suddenly

herself in dire need of a visit to the toilet and as she made her way through the maze-like corridors of private rooms and

adjusted her dress and took a seat in the cubicle, the sound of footsteps

a drastic effect on her. Although they had a naturally strong tolerance for alcohol, the Bellevue witches had worked wonders