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.

breath and lowered her head, hoping that her hair covered

for its high-profile clientele and commitment to protecting their privacy. It was the perfect place to hide for a little while.

called The Minster, but I think you’ve got the wrong kind of

as 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

jokes I would go and see a comedian. I wanted somewhere quiet to drink where

doorman hurriedly escorted her inside and she was shown to a booth on the top floor, reserved only for those with the highest profiles. Being the daughter of an Alpha King granted her that privilege and as she squeezed into the booth, lifting the hem of her dress so as not to get wrapped up in it, she was

conduct of his doorman. As a way of showing his

when he handed her the drinks menu she accepted Maeve’s suggestions for drinks

through with this wedding. If Brad could do this to her now, before they were even married and marked, the chances were that his

p*enis off so he’ll never be able to bury himself balls-deep in another woman again.’

and a

messy, Maeve. I think rejection should do fine.’

home with you tonight and repay the

deepening