Alpha Nocturne’s Contracted Mate by A E Randell
Chapter 02 The Curse
Ann sniffled miserably as she looked around her. Somehow she had ended up in the popular club district of the city, well known for its nightlife.
The pulsating beats that emanated from inside some of the buildings did nothing but remind her of the strong, rhythmic heartbeat that she would hear when she laid her head on Brad’s chest, and the grief would hit her all over again.
‘Perhaps you can find a quieter bar,’ Maeve growled.
Ann jumped at the sudden gruff voice in her head and it took her a moment before she had recovered enough to reply.
‘But… Maeve… I don’t drink… I never have.’ Ann protested.
‘No Well-fated mates don’t ever sleep with their mate’s sister either… yet here we are. Now seems like a perfect time to start drinking.’ She snapped back brutally.
Ann bit her lip, unsure how to reply and she felt the sensation of Maeve sighing heavily.
‘Even if you don’t want to drink, I want something to numb us both. Fratricide is frowned upon and if I see that b*tch again then you can be sure that she’ll get what’s coming to her. Until then, find somewhere quiet and drink until I shut up.’ she grumbled.
that her hair
and commitment to protecting their privacy. It was the perfect place to hide
we’re called The Minster, but I think you’ve got the wrong kind of church,
she lifted her head to stare
realized who
just… with your attire… wedding dresses aren’t usually… and…” He stammered hopelessly, stumbling over his words as Ann narrowed her eyes at him and the golden irises of her wolf peeked
I wanted somewhere quiet to drink where no one would bother
her that privilege and as she squeezed into the
wasn’t long before the manager of the establishment had approached her and apologized profusely for the conduct of his doorman. As a way of showing
accepted the offer graciously and when he handed her the drinks menu she
glassof Bellevue Cabernet, she came to the decision that there was no way that she would go through with this wedding. If Brad could do this to her now, before they were
rip his p*enis
Ann giggled at Maeve’s fierceness and a ripple of amusement ran through
Maeve. I
home with you
protested, her flush from the wine deepening suddenly as she felt
Before long Ann found herself in dire need of a visit to the toilet and as she made her way through the maze-like corridors of private rooms and private offices, she walked straight into what she thought was the ladies ‘ room.
As she adjusted her dress and took a seat in the cubicle, the sound of footsteps entering the room could be heard and she stifled a giggle.
The alcohol had indeed had a drastic effect on her. Although they had a naturally strong tolerance for alcohol, the Bellevue witches had worked wonders with their line of fortified wines.
She swayed a little as she stood and turned to flush when she froze. The distinct tones of the 2 males talking could be heard quite clearly.
“Alpha, I know you don’t want to talk about this but you really must consider your options.” A male voice pleaded. “Not this again, Allen.” A deep, husky voice sighed heavily, clearly tired of whatever subject this related to. ‘Eavesdropping seems to be a talent that we’ve recently acquired…’ Maeve slurred in amusement in Anne’s head. ‘Shhhh! They might hear us!’ Ann answered back through their mind link, stifling yet another giggle.
“If the others find out about the curse, then you know it will lead to bids for takeovers.”
“And what? If I don’t have a Luna I can’t rule well? Give me a break, Allen.” The deep voice snorted derisively. “If you can’t produce an heir the pack’s future isn’t secure! At least consider taking a chosen mate.”
“And if my mate shows up in the meantime?”
“Can you be sure that they would be truthful about that matter? The curse took away your ability to…”
The curse? What the course is?