Alpha Nocurne's Contracted Mate

Alpha Nocturne’s Contracted Mate Chapter 73

Alpha Nocturne’s Contracted Mate by A E Randell

Chapter 73 The Fake Blood

“Ada, don’t do this…” Ann said lowly through gritted teeth as she held Maeve’s furious attempt to take over at bay.

Ada chuckled lightly as she tipped over the potted plant on the floor near the door, and crouched next to it, shaking the ceramic pot free from the plant and examining it in her hands thoughtfully.

“Ada…” Ann tried again, her jaw clenching , but Ada didn’t respond.

Ann watched as she positioned herself in front of the large glasswindows and threw herself against them heavily, the blinds crumpling behind her back as she let out another fake scream that was so convincing, Ann’s hairs on the back of her neck stood on end.

“Please, Ann! I know you hate me for everything that happened…I just want us to..NO!” Ada yelled suddenly before staring directly at Ann and bringing the plant pot crashing heavily down onto her head.

Ann watched the blood drip down the side of Ada’s face with an incredulous expression.

What the f*uc*k was happening?

As Ada imitated the sound of sobbing loudly, interspersed with bangs and wails as she hit her fists and feet against the sofa and floor to imitate muffled punches, Ann found herself unable to move. Even Maeve had gone quiet.

Ada smirked up at her from the floor with a knowing look in her eyes.

Ann? Cat got

to open her mouth to reply but found that

to race in a mild panic

watch this ridiculous attempt of Ada’s to frame her and listen helplessly to the rising commotion of the staff members

there?” Eva’s voice

internally at the helplessness she felt at this

Ada begged as

The voices of Ann’s

yawned and stretched as she stood and sauntered over to Ann, smirking as she lifted her hand and brought it down hard

no idea how long I’ve wanted to do that.” Ada chuckled quietly, as she sank to the floor and arranged herself so that

stinging of the slap spread

tears that pricked at her eyes, not because she was sad or hurt, but because of the unbearable frustration of not being able to

loudly at her feet as the heavy impact of the guard’s bodies against the door in an effort to open

entrance at any second, Narcissa’s shrill, panicked cries could

Ann, please! Not my baby! Please!

through the floor as Ada imitated the pure terror that a mother would feel in this situation

executed setup that was designed to frame Ann and destroy her character and integrity in the eyes of

the corner effortlessly as she lay on her back briefly, reaching into her jeans with her hand and placing the red fluid-filled packet between her legs. “You’ll never recover from this Ann, they’ll never believe you. All of your

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