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

know we’re called The Minster, but I think you’ve got the wrong kind of church,

furiously as she lifted her head

blanched as he realized who she was

dresses aren’t usually… and…” He stammered hopelessly, stumbling over his words

jokes I would go and see a comedian. I wanted somewhere quiet to drink where

daughter of an Alpha King granted her that privilege and as she squeezed into the booth, lifting the hem of her dress so

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 his sincerity, he

A*n had accepted the offer graciously and when he handed her the drinks menu she accepted Maeve’s suggestions for drinks and didn’t hold

go through with this wedding. If Brad could do this to her now,

betrayal. You should seduce him and let me rip his penis off so he’ll never be able to bury himself balls deep in another woman again.’ Maeve

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

I

home with you tonight and repay the favor,’

‘Maeve!’ A*n protested, her flush from the wine

Before long A*n found 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 private offices, she walked straight into what

took a seat in the cubicle, the sound of

drastic effect on her. Although they had a naturally