Alpha Nocturne"s Contracted Mate

CHAPTER 62 She is Nothing but a Glorified Whore!

‘Maeve…that woman…’ Ann began hesitantly as she stared intently at the woman’s face.

‘Before you say anything else….don’t. I know exactly what you’re thinking. I feel the same way about her.’ She growled furiously in reply.

‘Why does she make my skin crawl though? It’s as if…’

‘She makes us feel this way because she’s full of darkness, Ann. Before you ask… yes. We do know her. We have met her before.”

Ann struggled with the fury that she felt rolling from Maeve and without warning Adam’s arm reached backward and his fingers closed around her shoulder, squeezing it reassuringly.

The small gesture surprised her and her heart seemed to flip. It was almost as if he could sense how she was feeling… but that was impossible… right?

‘Nothing is impossible with the Daemon Lord’s power, Ann. You wanted it to be convincing… perhaps he has made it so that everything is shared between you…including mimicking the intricacies of the bond.’ Maeve mused, the anger still clear but decidedly less intense after Adam’s touch.

Ann wasn’t sure what to think about this development, and she was more curious still about just who this woman was, but her attention was drawn by the figure of Tomas, rapidly striding across the dining hall towards them.

‘Look at that crusty little prick. Who does he think he is?! How dare he challenge their Alpha this way?!’ Maeve roared in indignation in her head.

‘He’s not wrong about the subterfuge though Maeve, we have faked the mark…”

his personal life is none

the tone in her voice as she tried her best to block her violent threats toward the elders out. Maeve’s anger and indignation were infectious and

over him disdainfully, not even bothering to hide the contempt he

intimidate me anymore Alpha. Not now that your lies have been revealed. Alpha or not,

he stared coldly back at

I made it clear that if you continued with this nonsense then you and those involved would not go

of violence in the undertone that ran through

feel her lustful desires towards her mate at this

time, nor the place for such. distracting thoughts… but she couldn’t help but bite her lip gently as the wave of arousal

out from Tomas’s mouth as he jabbed Adam hard

is futile, Adam. You know as well as I do that you haven’t marked that woman. She is nothing but a

shot up and his fingers wrapped around the old man’s throat

I will make

trace of fear

a whore. And you are no better. She bears no mark on her. She does not belong to you, nor this Pack!” Tomas ground out as he glanced towards the

with a

the dining hall

Omegas were whispering in terror between themselves and there was a clear divide between the ranked wolves of who stood behind their Alpha no matter what his decision, and those