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

to sink lower to

Highness! I apologize

to dictate your course of action!”

painful pressure

He had never been successfully forced to submit before in all of his

Queen’s power was something else

in her aura was almost unbearable and it was

from prostrating himself on the floor in front

to be exerting any effort with

wings to

to get the information it needed about

environment.

his understanding, he

loyalty as a

grown so used to having to

made the mistake of a*s*suming that

prompting and encouragement, and dictating

the Alpha Queen and it was abundantly clear that she was going

the Senior Elders to do so in her stead, as

her, and for Bartholomew, he

new reality.

It was about

to continue only a little longer, before withdrawing it completely,

of

little clearer

his men to bring the bodies safely

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Do

“Yes, your Highness.” Bartholomew nodded quickly, thin beads

forehead as he returned to a standing position, noticeably

once everyone

warmly.

efforts, Commander Greyson. If

to the corpses,

up.

relaxation.”

for

expression.

“My Queen, I don’t want you to think that I’m

before he was unceremoniously cut

stop listening to your protests now Greyson. I

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