Alpha Nocturne"s Contracted Mate

CHAPTER 19 The Invitation

Ann was true to her word and didn’t leave the suite all night, eventually falling into a deep sleep in the luxuriously soft bed.

She was woken abruptly by a sharp knock on the door and, for a few seconds at least, forgot where she was entirely.

“Ann, it’s almost eleven. Did you want breakfast in your room or do you want to come down with me?” Adam’s bored tone came from the other side of the door.

Ann swore under her breath and hurriedly began untangling herself from her bed sheets.

“I’ll be right there! Just… give me a minute…” She yelled back.

By the time she opened the door, she was a little flustered.

She was greeted by the sight of Adam leaning against the wall opposite her, with his arms folded against his chest casually, and a wry smile plastered on his face.

“I don’t think I need to ask if you slept well, do I?” Adam smirked, his eyes sparkling mischievously.

Ann glared at him and folded her arms in front of her to mirror his pose.

“Suppose I don’t need to ask if you need a comedian in the pack either… you seem to have that covered nicely,” Anne smirked, earning a chuckle from Adam.

“I’m not just an Alpha with a pretty face and a fearsome reputation you know…” He grinned as he reached forward and pulled her

into pages

towards him, catching her off guard.

into her eyes, holding her tightly by the waist. She could

stammered nervously as he

lips brushed against hers with

staff turned the corner and froze in shock, before giggling furiously while apologizing as they hurried

stared boldly into her eyes and gently let her go, removing himself from the close embrace as

He stated nonchalantly

of a couple of unimportant staff members? She wasn’t sure how she felt about that but with her stomach rumbling furiously she had no

kitchen and diner area. The cook in there had prepared a heavy brunch with Bagels, eggs, bacon, and sausage and a rack

Ann watched Adam curiously as he buttered each slice of toast thickly with butter and stopped herself

into

type that would overindulge. Rather, he gave off the impression of having a refined taste and a personality that was a little

of food on the plate in front of him and the way he eagerly looked for

see what you want them to see. It would be eye-opening to see the other persona of

an angry wasp at the side of

Ann scowled furiously as Ada’s name flashed

warning?” She muttered under her

“Who was that?” Adam

stepsister…” Ann growled as the phone began its angry buzzing yet

she’s going to give up easily…”

down on the table a little harsher

“What do you want?”

speak to your sister.

voice

her and let her do her worst. Unfortunately, that

What do you want? I don’t have time