Alpha Nocurne's Contracted Mate

Alpha Nocturne’s Contracted Mate by A E Randell

Chapter 85 Not a Crybaby

Ann allowed herself to cry for only a few moments. Ultimately, her father didn’t deserve her tears. She grieved for her mother and the life that she had never had with her, and the happy childhood that was wrenched from her so

There was no doubt in Ann’s mind that she would eventually avenge her mother’s death, but eventually wasn’t now, and she was impatient for justice.

Narcissa and Ada deserved to answer for the crimes that they were suspected of, but she needed solid proof, and as hard as Lexi and her father were searching for answers, so far their search had reached dead ends.

Reluctantly, she removed herself from the comforting safety of Adam’s arms and wondered briefly when she had become so reliant on him in her life.

His eyes desperately tried to search hers as she pulled away, but she averted her gaze. The disappointment and hurt on his face was simply too much for Ann to bear.

She knew that she should have been stronger, she shouldn’t have cried over the events that were unfolding, after all, she had already seen this coming.

The last thing she wanted was for Adam to be disappointed in her… especially after he had been so thoughtful in securing a workspace for her…

‘Don’t be ridiculous. He’s not mad at you, Ann. Why the hell would he be mad?!’ Maeve snorted incredulously. ‘Because crying is a weakness that a Luna cannot afford.’ Ann whined miserably.

‘Oh shut up, Ann. Stop wallowing in self-pity. Crying makes you human and as much as your softheartedness pisses me off at times, you are the perfect other half of my soul. Together, we make a perfectly rounded whole.’ Maeve snapped half-heartedly before sighing deeply.

‘Look, I’m probably going to regret saying this but… you are the perfect squishiness, to my bolshy aggressiveness Ann… we complement each other.’ Maeve mumbled reluctantly, i

words momentarily and she could feel Maeve’s regret instantly as soon as she had said it. Ann suppressed a giggle as she tried to process Maeve’s attempt at revealing a less crude side to her personality. ‘Did… did you just call me squishy?’ Ann snorted gleefully, her low mood

too you know and its f*uc*king uncomfortable. If

ready?’ Maeve

ears…’ Ann

likes a crybaby. Adam isn’t angry or disappointed or any of those petty emotions you think about

I’m not a

get all handsy again to take your

last time I try to play nicely… ungrateful human…’ she muttered angrily to herself before curling up

at

Maeve by Adam’s gentle voice, and she smiled up at him softly, reaching a hand out to run her fingers through his hair. “Sorry… Maeve was… telling me off. I

too deeply. Maeve pulled me out pretty quickly though. I’m sorry about

have to apologize, she knew that she would feel better if she did. Adam deserved better

your father isn’t well known for his quiet manner of speaking, and…well…it seems that he has only gotten worse

pack, only to wind up in front of another at your father’s

go down too well with the public I think…” Ann answered finally with the barest hint

that you know. Together, we could be the

you already have that title,

head of the Pack? It would have been taken from me in seconds if I dared to show

eyes

suddenly grabbing hold of her firmly