Alpha Nocurne's Contracted Mate

Alpha Nocturne’s Contracted Mate Chapter 7

Alpha Nocturne’s Contracted Mate by A E Randell

Chapter 07 I Ann Veritas Reject You…

Ann woke with a start to the incessant vibrating of her phone on the bedside table.?

With her heart beating wildly at being forcibly woken unexpectedly, she fumbled around trying to find the damn thing with her bleary vision.

When her fingers finally closed around the familiar surface of her phone, she hurriedly checked the caller display and saw the name of her cheating ex flash up on the screen.

She narrowed her eyes and pressed the reject b*tton before throwing herself back on the bed. 32 missed calls and a stream of messages across SMS and social media flashed up on her notifications from him. Ann snorted derisively.

Her head turned to the side on her pillow and she scanned her room. A wry smile formed on her face as her eyes landed on the discarded wedding dress crumpled in the corner of her room.

She was supposed to be getting married today… the day she had dreamed of and planned for all these years destroyed in merely a few moments.

The phone vibrated noisily in her hand and a quick look revealed yet another call from Brad. She sighed internally and answered.

“What?” She sneered into the phone.

me, it’s not what it looked like…” Brad began hastily before Ann cut him

it looked like and you know it. Don’t take me

Ann! You can’t be serious? One mistake after all

on all of the glorious details

Ann. It was

child, Brad.” Ann spat

between the two of them for a few minutes. Anne wrapped her arms around herself, suddenly cold. She wished Maeve would speak up with some c*oc*ky, inappropriate comment but since they had returned

this isn’t my business. Find a way to sort it yourself.” Ann answered flippantly, already slamming the walls around her heart so that he could never

your business! You’ll be my wife in a matter of hours! We can face this together,

hard. It was a sound devoid of any

refuse to play stepmother to the brat of my step-sister… that’s beyond all kinds of f*uc*ked up.” Ann sneered derisively.

d*ic*k in my sister, but then, honesty

“Ann… please…”

Brad. I hope your wolf deserts

Ann Veritas

dead and the resulting tone of a disconnected call

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