Alpha Nocurne's Contracted Mate

Alpha Nocturne’s Contracted Mate by A E Randell

Chapter 64 The Darkness in You

“Oh? Enlighten us then, which method can be used to fake a bond because in all of my life I have never heard of such a way.” Ann answered nonchalantly.

If they were to be convincing in this ploy, then she had to call her bluff. Ann knew she was lying and as much as she tried to avoid it in her everyday life, this was the Pack’s well-being that was at stake as well as Adam’s position.

A chosen mate didn’t make you a bad Alpha, and with Adam’s unique situation with the curse that consumed his bond with his wolf and his mate, what other choice did he have?

Esmerelda didn’t answer and instead scowled at her furiously. Ann was sure that if looks could k*il*l, then she would be dead in a second, but thankfully, that was not a possibility.

So instead Ann smiled serenely, the calm att*itude that she exuded infuriating Esmerelda further.

Ann leaned in a little closer towards her and smiled widely as she stared confidently into her eyes, seeing the look of unease that flitted across the woman’s face. “Don’t think that I don’t know what you are…” Ann grinned.

Esmerelda blinked in shock and the color seemed to drain from her face.

“What!? What are you talking about?!” She protested shrilly, the panic bleeding into her voice.

Ann chuckled before her face set into a cold mask, all humor was gone in a second.

I see it… I feel it.” Ann almost whispered with a

widened fearfully as she stammered her weak protests before Ann laid a solitary finger

said with a smirk as she raised her voice just enough to be heard by the rest of the a*s*sembled

with and influencing the Elder’s of a long-established, and

whether or not Ann truly knew or if she was merely bluffing in an effort to f0rce

had no idea who she

up and led away.

hard work had been destroyed in mere

the remaining Pack members focused

and that half-breed of a daughter of hers had vastly underestimated Ann’s

that both Ann and

pitiful little goddess had decided to get

twisted at the thought of the possibility

pathetic little goddess had abandoned her children long ago. There was no power left in her priestesses, which was exactly why Tomas had believed

much to win

old man, desperate for affection yet mistrustful of outsiders was

taken her long at all to worm her way into his good graces and become his constant, and faithful bed companion, available whenever he called and whispering her schemes into his

once she realized that the coven’s hopes for this operation hinged on her rival Narcissa and

few sly words to the coven mother had been all it took to ensure that she was available as a backup plan, and now, with

so close to taking