Alpha Nocturne"s Contracted Mate

Alpha Nocturne’s Contracted Mate by A E Randell

Chapter 110 Ada’s Predicament

As soon as Ada hung up the phone she let out a heavy sigh of relief and bit the inside

of her cheek nervously as she began to make her way back down to the dungeons.

She couldn’t be sure, but she was hopeful that Adam had bought into her reasoning

for calling. At the very least he hadn’t immediately bitten her head off and promised

her death, so in Ada’s mind, that suggested that he at least didn’t completely

disbelieve her.

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The sound of her footsteps echoing down the stairwell sent an uneasy shiver down

Ada’s spine. Her mother had taken to spending all day down here since they had

been confined to the palace.

The Elite guards of the Royal Elder Council never left her father’s side and he hadn’t

left his room in days. She had been going backwards and forwards to try to speak to

him, but she was pushed roughly away by the heartless bastards that guarded his

doorway.

Narcissa and Ada had pretty much been left to their own devices. Perhaps they didn’t

see them as a threat.

Ada snorted ironically to herself.

They weren’t a flight risk that was for sure, but her mother? Now they had most

certainly underestimated Narcissa.

in and day out she was in that disturbing dark

exuding a sickening metallic stench as

near it. The stench seemed to invade your nostrils even if you covered

once clear of the offending room,

same room that her mother had held the knife to

so ago… and in that exact moment

top or as the losers, Ada’s life as well as her

much f*uc*ked.

breath as she tried her best to hurry

the nausea that a*s*saulted her thanks to her

hormones.

mother’s

way to the only place in this forsaken hole that gave her some small

happiness…

section of corridor

chairs in front of

them to sit and gloat whenever they felt

into the room that Ann had been confined

a blank expression.

had been so stupid as to

Ada snorted to herself as she

had been the most excitement and satisfaction that she had experienced

well… since forever.

ridiculously happy knowing that Ann, and most of her

what her mother and the coven had in store for

wait for them to receive everything that was due to

she had endured being the weaker sister, the less intelligent sister and

benefits other station

a little

bitterly to herself as the familiar emotions swirled chaotically

had never understood it. How could she be

her blood sister? Surely their genetic makeup wasn’t that

to Ann in her

over the same lessons and beating herself up for her inability

the same

on Narcissa with one of her many little…

everything clicked into place