Alpha Nocurne's Contracted Mate

Alpha Nocturne’s Contracted Mate by A E Randell

Chapter 17 Welcome To The Pack, Luna

Adam waited at the top of the set of stairs that led from the pathway to the veranda that spanned the width of the building.

Ann was a little impressed with the size of the main house. Its grey and white brick were accented with black slate rooftops and white pillars ran the length of the veranda, various flowering plants climbing languidly along the screens placed intermittently between them.

It probably had more in common with a small palace rather than a mansion, just because of its sheer size. It certainly reminded her of the royal palace, although the architecture and design of this house were far more modern.

Ann was a little curious about the need for a 4 storey house, but after the frosty reception she had with her questions about the education provided, she thought she would wait a little longer before she asked anything else. Adam’s demeanor was a little off, and he seemed to be a little cold toward her compared to his earlier warmth. He took her hand firmly, with no trace of a smile on his face.

“I would prefer it if you would at least attempt not to contradict me in front of the pack. I appreciate that you have different ideas of how to do things here, but any discussions will be held in the privacy of our room, or offices. A united front is imperative.” He stated in a very businesslike tone.

Ann nodded meekly as her heart sank a little and her wolf tutted in displeasure at her.

‘We haven’t even been here an hour and you’ve already pissed him off.’

agreed that I

mate, you rejected yours…I

me to roll over and agree to everything he

same as putting a gun filled with silver bullets in their head. You have to be smarter than this

replies that formed on her tongue and f0rced a smile on her

opinions, Alpha,” She began, biting the last word out coldly, “But I am not stupid. You might not be aware of my background, but I’m fully aware of how successful leaders

in vain to forge. It seems to turning your backs on your fated mates is a common theme within the royal males

she had been struck across the face. She fumed silently as the front door was

lined up in a uniform manner, and bowed deeply speaking their greetings in

straightened up and curious glances were cast toward her, she plastered on her face the most welcoming expression

to sit quietly and demurely, speaking softly to showcase their ability to rule with grace and nobility, nothing more than pretty little dolls who could

yet fierce nature on the battlefield. With

fiery nature of her personality there would have been an uproar. The question remained whether she would be true to herself from the beginning here, or whether she would keep her mouth

greeted them

will work our hardest to