Alpha Nocturne"s Contracted Mate

CHAPTER 7 I A*n Veritas Reject You…

A*n woke with a start to the incessant vibrating of her phone on the bedside table.

With her heart beating wildly at being forcibly woken unexpectedly, she fumbled around trying to find the d*mn thing with her bleary vision.

When her fingers finally closed around the familiar surface of her phone, she hurriedly checked the caller display and saw the name of her cheating ex flash up on the screen.

She narrowed her eyes and pressed the reject button before throwing herself back on the bed. 32 missed calls and a stream of messages across SMS and social media flashed up on her notifications from him. A*n snorted derisively.

Her head turned to the side on her pillow and she scanned her room. A wry smile formed on her face as her eyes landed on the discarded wedding dress crumpled in the corner of her room.

She was supposed to be getting married today… the day she had dreamed of and planned for all these years destroyed in merely a few moments.

The phone vibrated noisily in her hand and a quick look revealed yet another call from Brad. She sighed internally and answered.

“What?” She sneered into the phone.

“A*n, please, you have to believe me, it’s not what it looked like…” Brad began hastily before A*n cut him off with an incredulous laugh.

“Oh, f*ck off, Brad. It was exactly what it looked like and you know it. Don’t take me for a fool any more than you already have done. We’re done.”

serious? One mistake

fill me in on all of the glorious details of

lying! I swear A*n. It was only once and I

pregnant with your child, Brad.” A*n

for a few minutes. Anne wrapped her arms around herself, suddenly cold. She wished Maeve would speak up with some c*cky, inappropriate comment but since they

not my child. There’s no way…” Brad answered finally, a panicked

my business. Find a way to sort it yourself.” A*n answered flippantly, already slamming the walls around her heart so that he could never hurt

a matter

laughed hard. It was a sound devoid

I refuse to play stepmother to the brat of my step-sister… that’s beyond all kinds of

to organize! People have traveled from different counties just to

d*ck in my sister, but then, honesty isn’t

“A*n… please…”

I hope your

“A*n… don’t…”

“I A*n

line going dead and the resulting tone of a disconnected call

incredulously at

across the room angrily and watched it bounce off the wall and onto the