Alpha Nocurne's Contracted Mate

Alpha Nocturne’s Contracted Mate by A E Randell

Chapter 02 The Curse

Ann sniffled miserably as she looked around her. Somehow she had ended up in the popular club district of the city, well known for its nightlife.

The pulsating beats that emanated from inside some of the buildings did nothing but remind her of the strong, rhythmic heartbeat that she would hear when she laid her head on Brad’s chest, and the grief would hit her all over again.

‘Perhaps you can find a quieter bar,’ Maeve growled.

Ann jumped at the sudden gruff voice in her head and it took her a moment before she had recovered enough to reply.

‘But… Maeve… I don’t drink… I never have.’ Ann protested.

‘No Well-fated mates don’t ever sleep with their mate’s sister either… yet here we are. Now seems like a perfect time to start drinking.’ She snapped back brutally.

Ann bit her lip, unsure how to reply and she felt the sensation of Maeve sighing heavily.

‘Even if you don’t want to drink, I want something to numb us both. Fratricide is frowned upon and if I see that b*tch again then you can be sure that she’ll get what’s coming to her. Until then, find somewhere quiet and drink until I shut up.’ she grumbled.

and lowered her head, hoping that her hair covered her face from the curious glances that were cast

eventually arrived at a bar well known for its high-profile clientele and commitment to protecting their privacy. It was the perfect

Minster, but I think you’ve

she lifted her head to

he realized who

your attire… wedding dresses aren’t usually… and…” He stammered hopelessly, stumbling over his words as Ann narrowed her eyes at him and the golden irises of

wanted somewhere

Alpha King granted her that privilege and

of the establishment had approached her and apologized profusely for the conduct of his doorman. As a way of showing his sincerity, he offered complimentary

her the drinks menu she accepted Maeve’s suggestions for drinks and didn’t

her fourth glassof Bellevue Cabernet, she came to the decision that there was no way that she would go through with this wedding. If Brad could do this

kind of betrayal. You should seduce him and let me rip his p*enis off so he’ll

a ripple of amusement ran through her

I think rejection should do fine.’ Ann

home with you tonight and repay the

protested, her flush from the wine deepening