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.

hoping that her hair covered her face from the curious glances that were

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

I know we’re called The Minster, but I think you’ve got the wrong kind of church,

her cheeks flush furiously as she lifted her

as he realized who she was and

his words as Ann narrowed

a comedian. I wanted somewhere quiet to

Alpha King granted her that privilege and as she squeezed into the booth, lifting

had approached her and apologized profusely for the conduct of his doorman. As a way

handed her the drinks menu she accepted Maeve’s

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 to her now, before they were even married and marked, the chances were that

p*enis off so he’ll never be able to

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

would be a bit messy, Maeve. I think rejection should do

home with you tonight and

Ann protested, her flush from the wine deepening suddenly as she felt