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.

her head, hoping that her hair

clientele and commitment to protecting their privacy. It was the perfect place to hide for a little

but I think you’ve

felt her cheeks flush furiously as she lifted her head to stare at

realized who she was and

He stammered hopelessly, stumbling over his words as Ann narrowed her eyes at him and the golden irises of her wolf peeked

I would go and see a comedian. I wanted somewhere quiet to drink where no one would bother me.”

the highest profiles. Being the daughter of an Alpha King granted her that privilege and as she squeezed

for the conduct of his doorman. As a way of showing his sincerity, he offered

had accepted the offer graciously and when he handed her the drinks menu she accepted

no way that she would go through with this wedding. If Brad could do this to her now, before they were even married and marked,

worst kind of betrayal. You should seduce him and let me rip his p*enis off so he’ll never be able to bury himself

reason, Ann giggled at Maeve’s fierceness and a ripple of amusement ran through her from Maeve’s

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

take a man home with you tonight and repay the

flush from the wine deepening suddenly as she