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

missy, I know we’re called The Minster, but I think you’ve got the wrong kind of church, you can’t get

A*n felt her cheeks flush furiously as she lifted her

realized

He stammered hopelessly, stumbling over his words as A*n

comedian. I wanted somewhere quiet

of an Alpha King granted her

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

her the drinks menu she accepted Maeve’s suggestions for drinks and didn’t hold back on

came to the decision that there was no way that she would go through with this wedding. If Brad could do

his penis off

at Maeve’s fierceness and a ripple of amusement ran through

a bit messy, Maeve. I think the rejection should

with you tonight and repay the

wine deepening suddenly as she felt

her way through the maze-like corridors of private rooms and private offices, she

cubicle, the sound of footsteps entering the room could be heard

on her. Although they had a naturally strong tolerance for alcohol,