Alpha Nocurne's Contracted Mate

Alpha Nocturne’s Contracted Mate by A E Randell

Chapter 157 The Best Person to Ask

The air positively hummed as her aura rippled through the room and the people within dropped to their knees in front of her, including those that had done no wrong.

Ann felt a pang of guilt but did her best to brush it away.

It was less than ideal, but if it was spoken of outside of this room, then it would be widely known that Ann was no pushover, and would happily act before the Elders got a chance to do so.

Perhaps Maeve was right and more direct action was necessary. Her father had been a weak ruler in later years and perhaps he had allowed them a little too much freedom in dictating how things were run.

The Enclave was an ancient inst*itution that protected the Kingdom from tyrant rulers. They were never meant to make the decisions for the Kings and Queens, merely to ensure that justice was upheld and that the Royal line did not abuse its power to the detriment of the general population.

Ann calmed her raging fury and did her best to speak calmly. Though her tone was laced with a deadly undercurrent.

“I will see for myself just what exactly that b***h has cooked up this time, Bartholomew, and when we finally catch up with her, I promise you this; not a single thing will stand between Maeve and I when we come face to face with her. I fully intend to be the one ripping her throat out with our bare teeth when the time comes. Am I clear?”

Maeve let loose a low warning growl from deep within Ann’s chest as Bartholomew tried to sink lower to the ground.

apologize for my presumptuous comment. I did not intend to dictate your course of action!” Bartholomew

in all of his long life, but his Queen’s power was

he could do to stop himself from prostrating himself on the floor

real effort or thought behind

understanding, he could only a*s*sume that Ann was merely testing his loyalty as

he had grown so used to having to prod and poke the former king into action, he had obviously made the mistake

was going to rule as a monarch should, without forcing the Senior Elders to do so in her stead, as her father had done before her, and for Bartholomew, he was more than ready to

It was about time.

longer, before withdrawing it

Greyson and his men to bring the bodies safely inside, and following that, they will be a*s*signed the

trickling down his

had returned to their feet, and

his men to the corpses, then you and your men may retire for the evening and rest up. You have more than earned a little rest and

with shock for a moment before

to think that I’m ungrateful, but…” He began

that is not enough, then I shall make it a direct order.” Ann stated simply, her adrenaline rushing through her as

defeat and