Alpha Nocturne"s Contracted Mate

Alpha Nocturne’s Contracted Mate by A E Randell

Chapter 188 Not an Omega Anymore

The morning seemed to roll around quicker than she had anticipated, and Ann didn’t

feel like she had slept at all. She must have fallen asleep at some point in the early

hours though, listening to the rhythmic soft snoring of Adam as his chest rose and fell

predictably under her hand.

When she opened her eyes Adam was nowhere to be seen and Coral was in the

process of laying out breakfast on the table by the window.

Ann stretched reluctantly and sat up in bed, blinking the sleep from her eyes and

before he could open her mouth to ask anything, Coral spoke.

“Good morning your highness.” She said softly with a little bow, “The Queens Consort

said to tell you that he’s gone to call Allen, and not to forget that Eva will be here

shortly. He thought it prudent to have breakfast in your chambers so as to save a little

time.”

Ann opened her mouth to object and then closed it again, as a smile played at the

edges of her mouth. “It makes sense. Thank you, Coral. Give me a few moments to

shower and dress and then I’ll come and eat with you.”

Coral’s eyes were wide in horror and Ann chuckled.

“Coral, you are not an Omega anymore, you’ll be my personal assistant very soon.

Besides, even if you were an Omega, there is nothing wrong with me eating with you

at the same table. You and I are no different, other than the status of our birth, and of

our wolves.”

doubt as she watched

The whole situation seemed

and a weak one with

always been on the receiving end of whatever s**t the rest of

it on the chin and simply accepted it as her lot in

that seemed

forced to entertain Linus, she bore the pain

would have been proud

seen and not heard, to attend to the higher-ranking

be.

She had always been grateful that she hadn’t been

because she felt that living like that was possibly a fate worse than death

have the chance to meet your fated… it was beyond

Not that many tales of the Omega’s who

were mated above their stations. More often than not, they

them that had

but they most definitely

as Ann’s personal maid, and she questioned the

had been uproar in the Omega’s quarters when

position. Yet now, here

to think

from Bartholomew of course. He had always been kind to

all of them.

The sound of the bathroom door opening pulled

the spot, not knowing

sit? Should she let Ann choose her place first? Should she be

help? “Please, sit down Coral. Your anxiousness is

moved past her and took a seat at the table in

had so painstakingly laid out

swallowed nervously, unsure of

her a plate with a smile. “You’ll

the

over the schedule for the day.

and bobbed her head as

few items on it, nibbling carefully at the edges

through the room and Coral jumped despite

even bat an eye.

you, your highness.” the guard’s voice

her in,” Ann called out as she shoved a few