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.

me help you…” Brad offered quietly as she

really… I’m… oh my goodness…” Ann stammered as her legs

his eyes and the steady

contentment at their proximity and

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

should have controlled his human better…’ Maeve

he was indeed

is done. Regrets don’t make a betrayal any better. He’s lucky that I allow him any contact with us at all.’ Maeve

Narcissa was dr*a*p*ed across the table and even from this distance it was easy to

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

look like there would be any other option if this intrusion turned out to be allies of Narcissa. To be honest, Ann wasn’t even sure that Adam was

hurt…” “Relax, furball, she might have a few superficial injuries when we get there but Maeve can handle

stiffen as Adam’s voice drifted down the stairwell and Ann found her lips curling up involuntarily into a sneer, perfectly mimicking the way that Maeve’s lips were drawn

in the

Ann cradled against Brad’s chest as Adam’s face darkened, his thunderous aura so thick that Ann could

it looks like you got it pretty rough, huh? Did

nothing, he was currently far too

patted Brad’s chest gently, resulting in a low warning growl from Adam as she