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.

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

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

you’ve got the wrong kind of church, you

flush furiously as she

blanched as he realized who she was

your attire… wedding dresses aren’t usually… and…” He stammered hopelessly, stumbling over his words as

go and see a comedian. I wanted somewhere

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 grateful for

long before the manager of the establishment had approached her and apologized profusely for the conduct of his doorman. As a way of showing his sincerity,

had accepted the offer graciously and when he handed her the drinks menu she accepted Maeve’s suggestions for drinks and didn’t hold back

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

his p*enis off so he’ll

some reason, Ann giggled at Maeve’s fierceness and a ripple

I

a man home with you

protested, her flush from the wine deepening suddenly as