Alpha Nocturne"s Contracted Mate

Alpha Nocturne’s Contracted Mate by A E Randell

Chapter 172 She Would Never Be Free

“Get out and seal the doors. No one leaves this chamber until I am finished, am I

clear?” He growled as Ely scurried backward like a frightened mouse and fled through

the doorway, the heavy doors swinging closed with an ear-splitting bang.

Before Ada could steal a frightened glance at her mother, the male’s boots appeared

in front of her limited line of vision again and she felt a slight breeze ripple across her.

It was obvious that he had now grabbed Narcissa roughly by the throat and lifted her

into the air beside her, as the only thing visible from her position were the tips of her

mother’s boots dangling above the ground.

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“Now, Narcissa. It seems you have forgotten the great honor that was bestowed upon

you all those years ago.” the male chastised in a bored tone over the sounds of

Narcissa struggling for breath.

His footsteps receded a little and Ada raised her head slightly. It was such a small

movement but it allowed her to follow the progress of her mother’s feet across the

expansive room as the male strolled leisurely along holding her aloft in the air by her

neck.

“I have such an exquisite array of punishments lined up for you my dear. You’re going

to have so much fun. But, you know how easily I get bored dishing these…

‘necessities’… out myself… so I brought some friends…”

A whimper escaped from Narcissa’s lips as she gasped for air and looked upon the

impassive face of her master, Lord Eromaug. No pride shone in those empty pools

anymore as he looked at her, only

you to give my precious gift away

he tutted in irritation as he stopped just

shadow and pulled her closer to him, so that their

disrepute, failed

the failings that lay with you. As much as I will

payment from you, I must admit that even

promise.” He sighed, his nostrils

back into

gasp for air a moment

committing it to memory before a grin spread

continued towards the ominous sounds concealed within

his favored daemons, scuttling about in the

what he

foolishly lost his magick when Lord Brarthroroz tore it from her

worst crimes that she could

that he, and his daemons, demanded from her body and

soul.

a terrifying mix of anticipation and fear as her

darkness, their figures appearing

as the writhing cloud closed over them and

screams began and Ada

would never be the

minutes seemed to turn into

of the time as

silent tears rolled down her

bone-chilling screams had seemed to go

echoes of the screams

of flesh

The cycle of screams and silence seemed to

out at some point which accounted for

awakened, the hair-raising screams

cover her ears and block out the sounds of terror,

but beyond the curtain of murky

that focused intently on

She could just be paranoid in her assumptions

capable of true horrors beyond her imagination,

child’s life at risk. Long after Ada’s trembling

dried up, the figure of

nonchalantly towards her with something