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.

cries emanated from as well as exuding a sickening metallic stench as soon as you came anywhere near it. The stench seemed to

the knife to her neck only a day or so ago… and in that exact moment Ada realized that whether they came through this scheme on top or

playroom, and tried her best to hold back the nausea that a*s*saulted her thanks to her

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

dimly lit section of

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

that Ann had been confined in f*orc*efully

so stupid as to actually approach the Mimic directly. Ada snorted to herself as she replayed the scene in

had been the most excitement and satisfaction that she had experienced since…

ridiculously happy knowing that Ann, and most of her kind, were not prepared at all for what her mother and the coven

had endured being the weaker sister, the less intelligent sister and she watched as Ann enjoyed all

smiled bitterly to herself as the familiar emotions swirled chaotically inside

she had never understood it. How could she be so very different from her blood sister? Surely their genetic makeup wasn’t that different? She had tried everything to catch up to Ann in her achievements and her father’s affection, spending countless hours going over the same lessons and beating herself up for her inability to achieve the same

on Narcissa with one of her many little… dalliances… that

was that she didn’t have a wolf. It had all been a