Alpha Nocurne's Contracted Mate

Alpha Nocturne’s Contracted Mate by A E Randell

Chapter 44 The Witchcraft

She drew quite a few stares, more so than usual, but she shrugged it off. There wasn’t much that she could do about it but hope that the furor died down.

She had spoken the truth and it remained to be seen how her father would deal with it.

As the office door closed behind her and she shrugged her jacket off, she noticed a neatly wrapped parcel on her desk, wrapped as if it were a gift.

There was no card or anything attached to the boxes so she had no idea where they had appeared from.

Ann sat slowly and stared at them for a long time before Maeve’s taunting became too much and she leaned forward with a sigh and opened the first box.

She gasped as the light reflected brilliantly off the beautiful stones set among the designs and suddenly felt her eyes fill with tears.

The boxes held the jewelry that had been handed over to her step-sister last night, as well as the pieces that her mother had worn when she was Luna Queen.

Ann sobbed emotionally as she held the pieces in her hands and a wave of grief washed over her. This was all she had left of both her mother and grandmother.

Just then, her office phone rang and she quickly composed herself before answering.

“Ann?”

She froze as she recognized her father’s heavy voice and her breath caught in her chest.

handed those over to Ada. It was wrong. Those are yours by right and just because my wife desires me to

between them as

to forgive me,

up and staring blankly at the

stood up for us and did what’s right.’?Maeve snarled

to change, but the fact that she had the heirlooms of her mother and grandmother meant more than she would ever be

a step in

was wondering… what does my father’s wolf think

asking me this now?’?Maeve

didn’t agree with his actions at all. He was furious… I wondered if my father’s

Maeve snorted.

wolf stopped talking. I tried for years, Ann, YEARS to get his attention, but nothing. He

started to connect together in her head. This couldn’t just be a coincidence, could

about it for a second. When we lived with them, you were quiet. I

tired…’?Maeve

my father… you aid you couldn’t reach

an arrogant arsehole.’? Mave

that night at

I’m telling you how it was,’? Maeve snapped. ‘I think you’re reading into this too much.’ ‘But, what if I’m not? What if, somehow, they’re the cause of

Maeve snorted.

were living with a werewolf whisperer and possibly a werewolf seductress… don’t be stupid, Ann.’ ‘It’s not stupid, Maeve! If witchcraft