Alpha Nocurne's Contracted Mate

Alpha Nocturne’s Contracted Mate by A E Randell

Chapter 20 The Coming Ceremony

Ann scowled furiously at her phone and jabbed her fork angrily into the food in front of her. She had lost all appet*ite.

“It depends on how you define okay.” She muttered, sighing heavily and slamming her fork onto the table again.

She sagged forwards, her shoulder drooping, and rested her head in her hands. Adam couldn’t decide if she was upset or angry, or somewhere in between. He reached for his coffee and took a sip.

“Whatever it is, Ann, I’ll help if I can. We’re a team now. If it affects you this way, then it affects me too. I want my Luna to be happy.” He said rea*s*suringly.

Ann swept her hair from her face and peered at him across the table.

“I’m not sure it’s anything that you could help with, Adam. Although I appreciate the sentiment. There isn’t anything I need to be here for tomorrow evening is there?” Adam frowned slightly as he thought and narrowed his eyes slightly.

“As long as you return here tomorrow night then you are free to do as you please. It’s only the ceremonies this afternoon to officially bind us and welcomes you into the pack, after that, you are free to do as you please.”

Ann nodded thoughtfully.

“Okay. I have to attend my step-sister’s engagement announcement tomorrow, that’s all.”

“The step-sister you don’t get on with at all?” Adam asked with a hint of bewilderment.

my mother’s jewelry, she has another thing coming.” Ann hissed, a look of dark determination on

returned to her room shortly after breakfast, having eaten very little

pack had made a selection of outfits for her to wear during the day for each ceremony and had instructions to find her something

in her hands, but that she was also

freshly made snacks and a huge array of drinks and the next omega that approached her c*oc*ked her head curiously and attempted to strike

all this

replied with a

hive of

chuckled and placed yet another drink in

pack doesn’t care for its leaders? This is to prove that

Ann frowned.

I can take care of myself you know? If I need a drink or something to eat then I’m more than capable of seeing to that myself. I’m sure you

omega looked horrified at her

job! Once you are mated and marked, you’ll be a*s*signed a personal chef and a*s*sistants to ensure that all of your needs are taken care of. This way, the only

way, they would turn her into a glorified breeder. Was that even in her contract? Had

princes and princesses you produce will be adored by all. Despite his reputation, Alpha Nocturne is a good Alpha, he takes care of us well.” She

check the contract over and perhaps ask Adam if she had agreed to those terms. She definitely didn’t remember agreeing to

think I’m ready for pups just yet.’ Ann replied, an edge

to have all those little wagging tails and chubby bellies running around our legs.’ Maeve

won’t have to carry

know…we share exactly the same feelings