Alpha Nocurne's Contracted Mate

Alpha Nocturne’s Contracted Mate by A E Randell

Chapter 155This Did Not Bode Well at All

Ann and Adam followed the senior Elder in front of them, with the Enclave guard contained on all sides by the Royal guard as they made their way to one of the private rooms available.

“I’m terribly sorry for this outrageous intrusion, my Queen. He should have been stopped by the guards before he ever got this far…” The senior Elder grumbled.

He had briefly introduced himself as Bartholomew, one of the Senior Elders that oversaw the Enclave, before offering to escort them to a private room to receive whatever news it was that the man had brought.

“It’s not a problem, Bartholomew. If it is as important as I think it may be, then the sooner we hear what he has to say, the better.”

Bartholomew turned to look at her with an unreadable expression in his eyes, and she didn’t miss the curious look that Adam gave her either.

“Do you know what he’s here for, my Queen?” Bartholomew asked as casually as possible, but there was a definite hint of suspicion in his tone.

Ann smiled lightly and shook her head.

“I don’t know for sure, no. However, I can only pray that I’m wrong in my suspicion.”

From the moment that the council had announced their removal to a containment facility, she had been concerned that something like this might happen. However, she had reasoned with herself that they transported inmates constantly to that facility, and there had never been successful attacks on the convoys before.

were doing. After all, Ada’s baby was innocent,

the Elders f“k up. We need to be firm when it comes to handing out

wait and see, okay?’ Ann replied gently, trying to

you know it. Well, unless it’s an a*s*sa*s*sination attempt, but seeing as how

Already?! Are you insane?! We’ve only just ascended the throne!’ Ann

Maeve shrugged lightly.

as if it actually matters to the people who want us dead, how long or how little we have sat on the throne. All they care about is getting rid of us and either getting their own grubby little hands

She knew Maeve was right even without

the throne brought a whole host of problems in itself from power-hungry individuals and she would be foolish to think that they wouldn’t try their luck in getting

something that she would have to rectify as quickly as possible. Many heirs meant a stable throne as there was already a viable line of

that he had been keen on

front of a door and quickly ushered everyone inside, directing Ann to a brocade-lined, high-backed mahogany chair that

right, with the royal guards providing

exhausted and weary-looking guard with a tight smile, as she gestured to a comfortable chair that sat opposite. “Bartholomew… could we

answer,

your highness. Please, don’t take this the wrong way as I appreciate your generosity, but… that can wait.” The guard rushed out with an apologetic grimace, “I came as soon as it was clear exactly what had occurred, once we had returned to our garrison. I’m already concerned that

of sight under the table. This was not news that she

for afterward. Please, go ahead. It would be helpful to know who you

to quickly move their hands to their weapons in preparation