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.

intend to dictate your course of action!” Bartholomew answered hastily, desperate to appease

in all of his long life, but

he could do to stop himself from prostrating himself on the floor in front of her fully, yet, she barely seemed to be exerting any effort

to test the air around them, no real effort or thought behind the process, just enough to get the

could only a*s*sume that Ann

had obviously made the mistake

a monarch should, without forcing the Senior Elders to do so in her stead, as her father had done before her,

It was about time.

allowed it to continue only a little longer, before withdrawing it completely, to a rumble of

to bring the bodies safely inside, and following that,

Bartholomew nodded quickly, thin beads of sweat trickling down his forehead as

face Greyson once everyone had returned to their feet, and smiled

you would like to follow Bartholomew’s instructions and lead his men to the corpses, then you and your men may retire for the evening and

for a moment before he

don’t want you to think that I’m ungrateful,

your protests now Greyson. I insist, and if that is not enough, then I shall make it a direct order.” Ann stated simply, her adrenaline rushing through her as Maeve preened happily that their display of power and

nodded in defeat