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 her instantly

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

as she lifted her head to stare at him

visibly blanched as he realized who she

I’m 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

would go and see a comedian. I wanted

doorman hurriedly 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

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

handed her the drinks menu she accepted Maeve’s suggestions for drinks and didn’t

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

let me rip his penis off so he’ll never be able to bury himself balls deep in

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

Maeve. I think the rejection should do fine.’

with you tonight and repay

flush from the wine deepening suddenly as

as she made her way through the

the sound of footsteps entering the room could be heard and she stifled a

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