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.

never have handed those over to Ada. It was wrong. Those are yours by right and just

between them

I don’t expect you to forgive me, just… know

coldly, before hanging up and staring blankly at the wall

It’s about time he stood up for us and did what’s

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

was definitely a step

was wondering… what does my father’s wolf

Why are you asking

wolf didn’t agree with his actions at all. He was furious… I

Maeve snorted.

I tried for years, Ann, YEARS to get his

This couldn’t just be a coincidence, could it? ‘What are you thinking?’?Maeve

were quiet. I barely heard from you

tired…’?Maeve said

couldn’t reach his wolf at all, yes?’

an arrogant arsehole.’? Mave grumbled

that he doesn’t remember that night

telling you how it was,’? Maeve snapped. ‘I think you’re reading into this too much.’ ‘But, what if I’m

Maeve snorted.

whisperer and possibly a werewolf seductress… don’t be stupid, Ann.’ ‘It’s not stupid, Maeve! If witchcraft and daemon magicks can fake a mate bond and mark, what else can