Alpha Nocturne"s Contracted Mate

CHAPTER 61 The Lie

Ann’s stomach seemed to tie itself in knots as they descended the stairs together and made their way into the dining room.

She had felt Adam’s tension increase as he readied himself for a confrontation with the elders… but it never materialized. The hallway and dining room were empty apart from the usual Omega’s scurrying about.

The tension seemed to dissipate almost immediately from Adam’s shoulders and he pulled a chair out at the dining table for Ann to sit at with a tight smile.

They hadn’t chosen to dress any differently, assuming that it may arouse suspicion if their usual styles had changed. Ann sat in a pale blue merino wool sweater with a high neck and her hair down, and Adam had stuck with his usual business suit with a high neck collar on his shirt.

They chatted lightly about their plans for the day. After all, nothing had changed in their work lives and they still had important meetings to attend to. As they talked quietly between themselves, the dining hall began to fill up with members of the Pack that had attended the morning’s training.

The majority of females eyed Ann suspiciously as they filed in, whispering behind their hands and staring pointedly at them both. Both she and Adam were aware of the subtle change in the attitude of the Pack’s members.

They were giving off a distinctly unfriendly feeling towards Ann, and she shifted uncomfortably in her seat as Adam leaned towards her to whisper in her ear reassuringly.

“Don’t worry, Ann. They won’t approach you while I’m here.”

Ann snorted and turned to look at him with a glint in her eye.

“Adam, It’s okay. I’m not afraid of them, you know? I can handle myself and if, for some reason, I can’t, then Maeve will handle the rest.” She whispered back with a soft smile.

Adam frowned slightly.

Wasn’t that his job? To protect his mate from any threats? Did she really not need him?

He blinked, a little stunned as he realized that he had, for the briefest of moments, thought of her as his true mate and not merely a contracted mate. The more he thought about it, the more he felt that something more was going on between the two of them.

Yet, he couldn’t quite decide just what that ‘something’ was.

Was this fake mark intensifying his feelings for her?

Was it just a by-product of the Daemon magick?

He stared at Ann speculatively as he leaned back in his chair.

It was as if she was already imprinted in his heart and although his wolf rarely communicated with him, even before the Daemon Lord’s help with the mark, he couldn’t get her out of his head

“Is everything okay Adam?” Ann asked, her eyes searching his and filled with concern.

“If they lay one hand on her…” Adam snarled.

“Yes… they will be appropriately punished Adam, I know. I certainly didn’t expect them to challenge your authority so openly anyway. I was pretty shocked if I’m honest.” Allen said as he rubbed his chin thoughtfully.

is served downstairs. They seem

that you two might end

Ann blinked in surprise.

pregnant soon?” Ann said carefully as

quiet when you’re going at it. Contracted or fated mate… whatever you two are… you certainly give the bonded mates a run for their money. “Allen sniggered as Ann’s cheeks blushed a beautiful shade of

Adam grinned widely.

a few little ones running around, don’t you

The

this as much as he did? After all, he was expected to bear heirs at some point, and now with the mark in place, there

mated couples normally did was to try for their first

waited unless there was some sort of strife in the pack or the packs that they were allied with that carried the risk

think we should wait a little, Adam?”

at her and she swallowed

so much going on at the minute and the… uncertainty… about certain. issues,” She said looking meaningfully between Allen and Adam, “I’m not sure it would be safe for

Allen hummed thoughtfully.

Whether your bond is real with

considered that his own unborn children might become casualties of whatever was going on in the

He sighed heavily.

out an audible sigh of relief, which for some reason, made

for breakfast. Let’s see what these old farts have been plotting”

thing was for sure, today seemed like it was going to

in knots as they descended the stairs together and made their way

but it never materialized. The hallway and dining

a chair out at the dining table for Ann to sit

hadn’t chosen to dress any differently, assuming that it may arouse suspicion if their usual styles had changed. Ann sat in a pale blue merino wool sweater with a high neck and her hair down, and Adam had stuck with his usual business suit with a

and they still had important meetings to attend to. As

pointedly at them both.

were giving off a distinctly unfriendly feeling towards Ann, and she shifted uncomfortably in

worry, Ann. They won’t approach

to look at

not afraid of them, you know? I can handle myself and if, for some reason, I can’t, then Maeve will handle the rest.” She whispered back with a

Adam frowned slightly.

his job? To protect his mate from any threats?

briefest of moments, thought of her as his true mate and not

he couldn’t quite decide just what

intensifying his feelings for

just a by-product

Ann speculatively as he

communicated with him, even before the Daemon Lord’s help with the mark, he couldn’t