Alpha Nocturne"s Contracted Mate

Alpha Nocturne’s Contracted Mate By A E Randell Chapter 151

Alpha Nocturne’s Contracted Mate by A E Randell

Chapter 151 Shipping Convicts

The wind howled through the mountain passes as the ominous storm clouds scudded

overhead, the threat of them dumping their heavy load over the convoy below was

ever-present as the guards walked in silence at the side of their dangerous cargo.

Each one of them knew the dire threat that they had been charged with keeping

subdued, and they were acutely aware of the fate that awaited them if anything went

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The Iron cage rattled over stones and boulders as the heavy guard scanned the

dangerous terrain all around them as if expecting a threat to appear at any second.

The Elders of the Royal Enclave had wasted no time in preparing and shipping these

convicts off to their final destination.

As soon as the verdicts had been announced, the two female figures, one

unrepentant and defiant, the other sobbing and defeated as she clutched her swollen

belly protectively, had been unceremoniously hauled away and bundled together in a

high-security convoy with other condemned inmates destined for the Containment

facility in the desolate

Northern Tips mountain range.

So far, everything had gone smoothly. The individual crates that held the condemned

were loaded onto the transport and secured tightly.

The Dragon flew with escorts on either side and the smaller wyverns with riders

backed them up from the air in case of any foul play.

The flight from the enclave took roughly an hour and a half and they landed without

incident at the outpost that guarded the entrance to the ravine they would have to

traverse on foot.

Despite the howling winds that made the mountain ranges unsafe for even the most

experienced riders and shifters, their landing was flawless and the crates were safely

unloaded onto the secure cages that were fixed on the narrow carts that would be

used to make the final part of the journey.

The wind howled relentlessly as they walked, the environmental sounds punctuated

by curses and direct verbal threats from the male inmates, and the soft sound of

sobbing from one of the cages at the back that contained the only two female

prisoners a*s*signed to this convoy.

A sudden gust of icy wind buffeted against the enormous beasts that pulled the carts

and they protested loudly as the carts wavered behind them in the strong gusts.

“Come on now, just a little further look… just over the rise and there’s a nice warm

stall waiting for you with a huge mound of…” The driver crooned as he attempted to

soothe the nervous beasts, but he was rudely interrupted by a loud snort of derision

from one of the lead guards.

“You know they can’t f**‘**g understand you… why do you waste your breath on

them?” He sneered disdainfully as he turned toward the driver.

It was glaringly obvious that he didn’t want to be here, and wouldn’t have been if it

wasn’t for the direct orders from the Enclave itself. Widow’s Ravine was notorious for

claiming the lives of unprepared travelers and there were countless tales of escorts

that had become complacent having lost their lives as they traveled through this

terrain.

“If you think that’s the case then you vastly underestimate the intelligence of these

animals, Ser.” The driver said as he narrowed his eyes and leaned over the edge of

the rail, spitting down onto the ground below.

The guard wrinkled his nose in disgust and sneered up at the driver.

f****’g hybrid, what would he know?

“Just get the beast moving again. I’d rather be a moving target than a sitting duck.”

The guard spat angrily as he warily checked their surroundings again.

The driver glowered at him, desperately wanting to retort angrily against the lead

guards prejudice, but he said nothing more and turned back to his animals, attempting

to coax them lovingly in the soothing voice that he had used before.

However, no matter what he tried, they simply wouldn’t take another step forward as

they stomped the ground in defiance and snorted as they tossed their heads.

The driver narrowed his eyes as a thoughtful look descended over his features and he

scanned the terrain ahead with a suspicious gaze.

“Why are they not moving yet, old man.” The guard demanded impatiently, his cold

gaze boring into the man before him.

Ignoring the insult and the tone of his words, the driver responded carefully, trying his

best not to inflame the simmering tension that seemed to electrify the air around them.

“Listen, these girls know these ranges well and if they’re refusing to move… then

that’s because there’s something out there that they don’t want to be near. Getting

your knickers in a twist about them coming to a stop isn’t gonna help either. They can

sense the stress… hell, even I can sense the unease in you… and that in itself is

gonna put them on edge.”

“Don’t make me laugh…” the guard scoffed as he turned to peer ahead at the

desolate landscape in front of them. “They’re f***“g animals…”

“As are you and I when we shift, boy.” The driver replied firmly, “You know as well as I

do that our senses are heightened in our counterpart’s form… it’s no different for

these beasts in front of us. I suggest you firstly calm yourself down and secondly,

send a few of the guards ahead to ensure that there’s nothing hidden waiting for us

ahead.”

The guard stared at him for a long time, before sighing in defeat. “Fine. At the very

least perhaps they’ll follow us if we take the lead.” He grumbled loudly as he shouted

back to a couple of men who were positioned along the far edges of the group.

“You there! Form up and sweep the area ahead.” He ordered imperiously with a

gesture towards the area he wanted them to scout.

They exchanged a look with each other before begrudgingly agreeing to his order and

made their way to the front of the convoy.

The guards and drivers watched with bated breath as the scouts moved ahead and

swept the area before stopping and turning to face the convoy, and waving them

forward.

“All clear!” They shouted in unison as the guard turned towards the driver with a smirk,

ready to gloat at the driver’s superst*ition.

The sudden eruption of manic laughter from the previously silent female prisoner and

the sight of the driver’s suddenly pale face as he pointed towards the mountainside

with his mouth opening and closing soundlessly stopped the guard in his tracks.

Unexpectedly, the icy fingers of dread worked their way up the guard’s spine as a

wave of dread washed over him and he fought against his instincts as he turned to

face the direction that the driver was pointing.

Everything seemed to happen in slow motion and as soon as he locked eyes with the

monstrosity in front of him, all hell seemed to break loose around them.