Alpha Nocturne"s Contracted Mate

Alpha Nocturne’s Contracted Mate by A E Randell

Chapter 157 The Best Person to Ask

The air positively hummed as her aura rippled through the room and the people within

dropped to their knees in front of her, including those that had done no wrong.

Ann felt a pang of guilt but did her best to brush it away.

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It was less than ideal, but if it was spoken of outside of this room, then it would be

widely known that Ann was no pushover, and would happily act before the Elders got

a chance to do so.

Perhaps Maeve was right and more direct action was necessary. Her father had been

a weak ruler in later years and perhaps he had allowed them a little too much freedom

in dictating how things were run.

The Enclave was an ancient inst*itution that protected the Kingdom from tyrant rulers.

They were never meant to make the decisions for the Kings and Queens, merely to

ensure that justice was upheld and that the Royal line did not abuse its power to the

detriment of the general population.

Ann calmed her raging fury and did her best to speak calmly. Though her tone was

laced with a deadly undercurrent.

“I will see for myself just what exactly that b***h has cooked up this time,

Bartholomew, and when we finally catch up with her, I promise you this; not a single

thing will stand between Maeve and I when we come face to face with her. I fully

intend to be the one ripping her throat out with our bare teeth when the time comes.

Am I clear?”

Maeve let loose a low warning growl from deep within Ann’s chest as Bartholomew

tried to sink

your Highness! I apologize for my presumptuous comment. I did

of action!” Bartholomew answered

painful pressure that had settled over

He had never been successfully forced to submit before in all of his long life, but

was something

was almost unbearable and it

himself from prostrating himself on the floor in front

to be exerting

if a bird was extending its wings

process, just enough to get the information it needed

environment.

understanding, he could only

loyalty as

had grown so used to having to prod and poke the former king into

the mistake of a*s*suming that Ann would require the

and

and it was abundantly clear that she was

Elders to do so in her stead,

her, and for Bartholomew, he was

new reality.

It was about

Ann allowed it to continue only a little longer, before withdrawing

of satisfaction from

“Now, with our position a little clearer on things, please arrange an escort for

bodies safely inside,

quarters that

Do

your Highness.” Bartholomew nodded quickly, thin beads of sweat

forehead as he returned to a

Ann turned to face Greyson once everyone had returned

warmly.

efforts, Commander Greyson.

instructions and lead his men to the corpses, then you and your

rest up. You have more than earned a little rest

relaxation.”

shock for a moment

expression.

you to think that I’m ungrateful, but…” He

was unceremoniously

I’ll stop listening to your protests now Greyson. I insist, and if

enough, then I shall make it a direct order.” Ann stated simply,