Alpha Nocurne's Contracted Mate

Alpha Nocturne’s Contracted Mate by A E Randell

Chapter 244 Portraits

The next morning Ann saw very few people in the corridors as she made her way to the room that Bartholomew had set aside for use for the portrait today.

Maeve had already been insufferable today, waking her early on with her insistent chatter and asking whether or not she should shower and bemoaned the fact that no one was around to rub fragrant oils into her coat.

She didn’t take kindly to Ann’s suggestion that no one really liked the smell of wet dog anyway and had skulked back into the recesses of Ann’s mind with a petulant face.

As she entered the room and saw Bartholomew helping the artist set up the backdrop and props, she wanted to turn around and walk straight back out.

She had no idea how they did it, but they had managed to somehow create Maeve’s vision perfectly, right down to the crimson silk and crown.

Ann winced as Maeve rattled around her head excitedly, practically clawing at her eyes in her excitement to shift.

“Ah! You Highness! What do you think?”

Bartholomew greeted with a broad smile as he spread his arms wide, gesturing to the backdrop that he had helped to create.

“Maeve loves it.” She grimaced, “So much so that I’m going to have to shift shortly or I think she may just claw her way out of my skull.”

Bartholomew chuckled as the artist smiled in satisfaction, clearly pleased that she had managed to capture the desired feel for the portrait on the first attempt.

“If you would like to shift and take a seat on the elevated throne that we prepared for you, I can set the other props in place for you. Is your wolf okay with that?” The artist asked softly.

putty in your hands. Honestly, I’ve never known her so obsessed

as Ann made her way to the screen and

your highness.” she simpered and

last piece of clothing been removed did Maeve surge forwards and force the shift as Ann

front and back l*egs luxuriously behind the screen

safe Maeve… it’s literally just Bartholomew and the artist.’

with a smirk as she slipped the necklace carefully over her tail, “There’s not a chance that I’m leaving this off…’ she

soon as she was satisfied, she lifted her head eagerly and padded proudly out from behind the screen and across to the setting that

and agreeable noises as Maeve made her way past her, much to

primal power… just… I’m so

could get used to this.’ Maeve smirked as Ann rolled

means, bask in the glory of her attention for now, but don’t let it go to your head. These… artists and courtiers… they’re vacuous and will say exactly what you want to hear just to get in your good graces even if they don’t

remember not to take advantage of

go around ripping

the back. Relax, it’ll send a message to

a tyrant and happy

to be liked… I’m perfectly happy

half closed her eyes in clear bliss as the artist settled the crown and a very large, very ornate necklace around her neck, brushing her fur into a pleasing display as she draped reams

understand why you insist on wearing clothes…even silk is itchy on the fur…’ Maeve grumbled as Ann grimaced silently in the

with that, then I’ll

placement. “Please try to stay as still as possible… I want to capture everything as it is right at this moment. You are stunning and I want the world to see it reflected in this

was undoubtedly one of the worst experiences of being a royal. She was dreading her own portrait, and so far, she has