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.

doorman stopped

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

her cheeks flush furiously as she lifted her

he realized who she was and apologized

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 of her wolf

would go and see a comedian. I wanted somewhere quiet to drink where no

an Alpha King granted her that privilege and as she

the manager of the establishment approached her and apologized profusely for the conduct of his doorman. As a way of showing his sincerity, he offered complimentary

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

fourth glass of Bellevue Cabernet, she came 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

You should seduce him and let me rip his penis off so he’ll never be able to bury himself balls

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

‘It would be a bit messy, Maeve. I think the rejection should do

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

‘Maeve!’ A*n protested, her flush from the wine deepening suddenly as she

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

seat in the cubicle, the sound of footsteps entering the room could be heard and she

they had a naturally strong tolerance for alcohol, the Bellevue witches had worked wonders with their line of fortified