Alpha Nocurne's Contracted Mate

Alpha Nocturne’s Contracted Mate by A E Randell

Chapter 118 Regrets Don’t Make a Betrayal Any Better

Ann’s arms rippled with the vibrations as Brad sawed patiently at the bolts in the plate above her head.

Sawing through the manacles was out of the question, as they were too tight and Brad was certain that they were made of the same material as the chains. They would need the key itself to unlock those, and if it couldn’t be found, then they would have to track down the locksmith that made these.

It was an arduous process but by the time he had finished, the plate slipped over the expandable bolts and the chains hung free.

Her legs felt a little strange from being kept in that position for such a long time and as soon as the pressure was released from her arms and her weight was distributed properly, her legs gave way.

“Goddess! Ann, I’m so sorry! I should have thought! Are you okay?” Brad fussed as he rushed over to her and carefully helped her to stand.

“I’m fine, really Brad,” Ann said quietly as she tried to push away from him, it didn’t feel right for him to be touching her, not after he had touched Ada with those same hands.

A flicker of hurt crossed his face as he understood her thought process and he steadied her before stepping back.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t think…” He stammered, clearly unsure how to behave around her now.

“It’s fine, let’s just get out of here okay? Ann murmured wearily as she turned to make her way out of the cell, but her legs wobbled again and she leaned against the door for support.

help you…” Brad offered quietly as she swore

oh my goodness…” Ann stammered as her legs

her close to his chest as he strode purposely forwards. The look in his eyes and the steady beating of his heart was, for the first time

rumble in contentment at their proximity and Ann couldn’t help but quirk

us terribly, doesn’t he…’ Ann murmured quietly

he should have controlled his

he was indeed under some

don’t make a betrayal any better. He’s lucky

the table and even from this distance it was easy to see

heard from the stairwell in front of them, and Brad and Ann exchanged a

to be allies of Narcissa. To be honest, Ann wasn’t even sure that Adam was on her

sure it’s down here? It’s been too long… what if she’s hurt…” “Relax, furball, she might have a few superficial injuries when we get there but Maeve can handle it, even if Ann can’t. Papa is on his

found her lips curling up involuntarily into a sneer, perfectly mimicking the way that Maeve’s lips were drawn back in

the last corner in the stairwell and emerged into the corridor, they came face to

against Brad’s chest as Adam’s face darkened, his thunderous aura

boy… it looks like you got it pretty rough, huh? Did Karma finally catch up with

far too busy being

a low warning growl from Adam as she did