Alpha Nocurne's Contracted Mate

Alpha Nocturne’s Contracted Mate by A E Randell

Chapter 110 Ada’s Predicament

As soon as Ada hung up the phone she let out a heavy sigh of relief and bit the inside of her cheek nervously as she began to make her way back down to the dungeons.

She couldn’t be sure, but she was hopeful that Adam had bought into her reasoning for calling. At the very least he hadn’t immediately bitten her head off and promised her death, so in Ada’s mind, that suggested that he at least didn’t completely disbelieve her.

The sound of her footsteps echoing down the stairwell sent an uneasy shiver down Ada’s spine. Her mother had taken to spending all day down here since they had been confined to the palace.

The Elite guards of the Royal Elder Council never left her father’s side and he hadn’t left his room in days. She had been going backwards and forwards to try to speak to him, but she was pushed roughly away by the heartless bastards that guarded his doorway.

Narcissa and Ada had pretty much been left to their own devices. Perhaps they didn’t see them as a threat.

Ada snorted ironically to herself.

They weren’t a flight risk that was for sure, but her mother? Now they had most certainly underestimated Narcissa.

in that disturbing dark room that muffled cries emanated from as well as exuding a sickening metallic stench as soon as you came anywhere near it. The stench seemed to invade your nostrils even if you covered your face

same room that her mother had held the knife to her neck only a day or so ago… and in that exact moment Ada realized that whether they came through this

past Narcissa’s new playroom, and

so instead, she made her way to the only place in this forsaken hole

of corridor

of the vast one sided window for them to sit and gloat whenever they felt

seat and stared into the room that Ann had

the Mimic directly. Ada snorted to herself as she replayed the

most excitement and satisfaction that she had experienced

that Ann, and most of her kind, were not prepared at all for what her mother and the coven had in

the weaker sister, the less intelligent sister and she watched as Ann enjoyed

herself as the familiar emotions swirled chaotically inside

had tried everything to catch up to Ann in her achievements and her father’s

one of her many little… dalliances… that everything

simply slow to appear, the simple fact of the matter was that she didn’t have a wolf.