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.”

“Wait! A*n! You can’t be serious?

Ada was quite eager to fill me in on all of the glorious details of your sordid relationship over the

I swear A*n. It was only once and

“She’s pregnant with your child,

two of them for a few minutes. Anne wrapped her arms around herself, suddenly cold. She wished Maeve

child. There’s no way…”

a way to sort it yourself.” A*n answered flippantly, already slamming

wife in a matter of hours!

laughed hard. It was a sound devoid of any

seriously expect me to still go through with the wedding after this, Brad. Get over yourself. I refuse to play stepmother to the brat of my step-sister… that’s beyond all kinds of f*cked up.” A*n sneered

can’t just cancel the wedding! This has taken months to organize! People have traveled from different counties just to be here! What am I supposed

stuck your d*ck in my sister, but then, honesty isn’t really your strong point

“A*n… please…”

“F*ck you, Brad. I

“A*n… don’t…”

“I A*n

going dead and the resulting tone of a disconnected call bleeped loudly

incredulously at the

screamed as she launched her phone across the room angrily and watched it bounce off the wall