Alpha Nocturne"s Contracted Mate

Alpha Nocturne’s Contracted Mate By A E Randell Chapter 157

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.

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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.

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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.

“Abundantly so, your Highness! I apologize for my presumptuous comment. I did not

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

appease her and remove this painful pressure that had settled over him.

He had never been successfully forced to submit before in all of his long life, but his

Queen’s power was something else entirely.

The strength in her aura was almost unbearable and it was all 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 with this.

It was as if a bird was extending its wings to test the air around them, no real effort or

thought behind the process, just enough to get the information it needed about its

environment.

To the best of his understanding, he could only a*s*sume that Ann was merely testing

his loyalty as a Senior Elder.

After all, he had grown so used to having to prod and poke the former king into action,

he had obviously made the mistake of a*s*suming that Ann would require the same

prompting and encouragement, and dictating her next steps.

She was the Alpha Queen and it was abundantly clear that she 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 accept this

new reality.

It was about time.

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

rumble of satisfaction from Maeve.

“Now, with our position a little clearer on things, please arrange an escort for Greyson

and his men to bring the bodies safely inside, and following that, they will be

a*s*signed the finest guest quarters that we have to offer within the Enclave,

Bartholomew. Do you understand?”

“Yes, your Highness.” Bartholomew nodded quickly, thin beads of sweat trickling down

his forehead as he returned to a standing position, noticeably shaken.

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

warmly.

“Thank you for your efforts, Commander Greyson. If 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 rest up. You have more than earned a little rest and

relaxation.”

Greyson’s eyes were wide with shock for a moment before he quickly readjusted his

expression.

“My Queen, I don’t want you to think that I’m ungrateful, but…” He began hesitantly

before he was unceremoniously cut off.

“Good. Then I’ll stop listening to 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 the message

behind it had been received loud and clear.

Greyson simply nodded in defeat and saluted her with respect.

Ann and Adam watched in silence as Bartholomew hastily exited with Greyson and a

few guards in tow, whilst the Royal guards moved to station themselves outside of the

door, to guard against unwanted visitors.

Finally, as the door closed securely leaving them alone in the room, Ann sagged back

against the chair heavily and leaned her head back to stare at the ceiling blankly.

Almost instantly, Adam’s face appeared above hers, bending forward to kiss her

forehead as his hands landed on her shoulders. He ma*s*saged them gently as Ann’s

eyes fluttered closed and she groaned appreciatively.

“Seriously… of all the things that could have gone wrong it had to be this…” Ann

grumbled.

Adam sighed heavily.

“I don’t have many words of comfort because there’s nothing that can be said to erase

the fact that Narcissa and Ada are out there somewhere.”

“Plotting their next move no doubt. Scheming bastards. I wish they would just let it go.

They can never succeed in their ultimate goal, Adam, so why do they keep trying?”

“I don’t think any of us can ever truly understand the mind of one under the t****l of

Dameon. Their sense of reason is completely lost, and no longer truly in control of

their actions.” Adam grimaced and seeing Ann’s unhappy expression he quickly

continued.

“I’m not saying that they should go unpunished, and I’m not an expert on the matter,

but, isn’t Lexi the best person to ask about all of this?”

Ann sighed and nodded, smiling up at him slightly.

“You’re right, of course. I suppose I’ll have to call her and ask her advice far sooner

than any of us had expected.”