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.

it.” Ann almost whispered with

protests before Ann

There’s no denying your true nature anymore. I am curious about one thing though.” Ann said with a smirk as she raised her voice just enough to be heard

dark witch doing consorting 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 her to

no idea who she

seething silence as Tomas and his supporters were gathered up and led away. Every single one of them looked

her years of hard work had been destroyed in

feel the oppressive stares of the remaining Pack members

sure, Narcissa and that half-breed of

that both Ann and Adam were fated

their pitiful little goddess had decided to get

stomach twisted at the thought of the

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

to win him over

old man, desperate for affection yet mistrustful of outsiders was an easy victim for

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 impressionable

had been a stroke of genius of her own making, once she realized that the coven’s hopes for this operation hinged on her rival Narcissa and her

mother had been all it took to ensure that she was available as a backup plan,

been so