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.

The doorman stopped her instantly

called The Minster, but I think you’ve got the wrong kind of

she lifted her head

he realized who

sorry I just… with your attire… wedding dresses aren’t usually… and…” He stammered hopelessly, stumbling over his words as A*n narrowed her eyes at him and the golden irises

go and see a comedian. I

escorted her inside and she was shown to a booth on the top floor, reserved only for those with the highest profiles. Being the daughter of an Alpha King granted her that privilege and as she squeezed into the booth, lifting the hem of her dress so

It wasn’t long before the manager of the establishment approached her and apologized profusely for the conduct of his doorman. As a way of showing

offer graciously and when he handed her the drinks

to the decision that there was no 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

his penis off so he’ll never

A*n giggled at Maeve’s fierceness and a ripple of amusement ran through her from

bit messy, Maeve. I think the rejection should do fine.’

a man home with you tonight and repay

protested, her flush from the wine deepening suddenly as she felt her ears

toilet and as she made her way through the maze-like corridors of private rooms and private offices, she walked straight into what she thought was

adjusted her dress and took a seat in the cubicle, the sound of footsteps entering the room could be heard and

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