Alpha Nocturne’s Contracted Mate By A E Randell Chapter 155


    Alpha Nocturne’s Contracted Mate by A E Randell


    Chapter 155This Did Not Bode Well at All


    Ann and Adam followed the senior Elder in front of them, with the Enve guard


    contained on all sides by the Royal guard as they made their way to one of the private


    rooms avable.


    “I’m terribly sorry for this outrageous intrusion, my Queen. He should have been


    stopped by the guards before he ever got this far…” The senior Elder grumbled.


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    He had briefly introduced himself as Bartholomew, one of the Senior Elders that


    oversaw the Enve, before offering to escort them to a private room to receive


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    whatever news it was that the man had brought.


    “It’s not a problem, Bartholomew. If it is as important as I think it may be, then the


    sooner we hear what he has to say, the better.”


    Bartholomew turned to look at her with an unreadable expression in his eyes, and she


    didn’t miss the curious look that Adam gave her either.


    “Do you know what he’s here for, my Queen?” Bartholomew asked as casually as


    possible, but there was a definite hint of suspicion in his tone.


    Ann smiled lightly and shook her head.


    “I don’t know for sure, no. However, I can only pray that I’m wrong in my suspicion.”


    From the moment that the council had announced their removal to a containment


    facility, she had been concerned that something like this might happen. However, she


    had reasoned with herself that they transported inmates constantly to that facility, and


    there had never been sessful attacks on the convoys before.


    Ann had put aside her paranoia and trusted that the Elders knew what they were


    doing. After all, Ada’s baby was innocent, despite the heinous crimes that its mother


    and grandmother hadmitted, the fault did not lie with that of the unborn child.


    She found it curious that Narcissa had been sent along with her daughter though, yet


    had simply epted it. ‘See? Even the Elders f“k up. We need to be firm when it


    that both Narcissa and Ada were out there somewhere.


    ‘We don’t know if that’s the case yet Maeve. Let’s just wait and see, okay?’ Ann


    replied gently, trying to pacify her anger.


    ‘There’s not a lot else that would warrant an intrusion like this. I know it and you know


    it. Well, unless it’s an a*s*sa*s*sination attempt, but seeing as how he hasn’t made a


    move yet I doubt that’s his goal here.’


    a*s*sa*s*sination attempts? Already?! Are you insane?! We’ve only just ascended the


    throne!’ Ann scoffed disbelievingly.


    Maeve shrugged lightly.


    ‘You say that as if it actually matters to the people who want us dead, how long or how


    little we have sat on the throne. All they care about is getting rid of us and either


    getting their own grubby little hands on it or shoving some poor unsuspecting puppet


    into it at their behest.’ Maeve snorted sarcastically.


    Ann sighed heavily. She knew Maeve was right even without her years of watching


    court politics at y.


    Sitting on the throne brought a whole host of problems in itself from power-hungry


    individuals and she would be foolish to think that they wouldn’t try their luck in getting


    rid of her, especially as she had no hair yet. Ann frowned to herself.


    That was something that she would have to rectify as quickly as possible. Many heirs


    meant a stable throne as there was already a viable line of session and she was


    sure that Adam would not object to the prospect.


    After all, it had been something that he had been keen on quite quickly.


    Bartholomew stopped in front of a door and quickly ushered everyone inside, directing


    Ann to a brocade-lined, high-backed mahogany chair that sat behind a heavy desk.


    As she took her seat, Bartholomew positioned himself on her left-hand side, and


    Adam to her right, with the royal guards providing a line of defense in front of them, in


    case she would need it.


    “Please, sit.” Ann addressed the exhausted and weary-looking guard with a tight


    smile, as she gestured to afortable chair that sat opposite. “Bartholomew… could


    we please arrange a drink and some food for this man? He looks as though he could


    use it”


    Before Bartholomew could answer, the guard replied hastily.


    “Thank you, your highness. Please, don’t take this the wrong way as I appreciate your


    generosity, but… that can wait.” The guard rushed out with an apologetic grimace, “I


    came as soon as it was clear exactly what had urred, once we had returned to our


    garrison. I’m already concerned that it took me so long to get here.”


    Ann nodded benignly as her stomach churned with anxiety. She twisted her fingers


    together nervously out of sight under the table. This was not news that she was sure


    she wanted to hear.


    “Very well, then we’ll arrange it for afterward. Please, go ahead. It would be helpful to


    know who you are and where exactly you are from as well.”


    The guard looked horrified as he quickly stood, causing the royal guard to quickly


    move their hands to their weapons in preparation for an attack they felt sure was


    The guard posed no threat though and raised his arm across his chest in a salute.


    “My apologies, my Queen! In my haste to report the news, I have forgotten protocol


    entirely.” He barked, clearly distraught with the monumental slip-up. “Commander


    Greyson of the 12th Garrison at yourservice, My Queen.”


    “The Garrison at the Northern Tips?” Bartholomew asked incredulously as Ann


    realized that her worst fears were most likely to be confirmed in the next few


    moments.


    “Yes, Sir,” Greyson answered brusquely as he swallowed nervously. “The convoy that


    was designated for the containment facility… it’s… well…”


    “They escaped, didn’t they,” Ann stated tly with a grim expression on her face.


    Greyson looked momentarily taken aback before recovering hisposure and


    nodding curtly.


    “Yes, my Queen. The entire convoy was decimated, with no known survivors amongst


    our troops, and no sign of the prisoners in transit.”


    “What?! The prisoners?! All of them?!” Bartholomew blustered in shock.


    “Yes, Sir. Not a single prisoner from the six in transport remains. We’ve found no trace


    of them, living or otherwise.” Greyson answered his face now a mask of tired


    professionalism.


    So that was it then. Narcissa and Ada were free once more and undoubtedly had


    managed to recruit other dangerous convicts to their cause from the convoy’s other


    prisoners.


    Ann’s heart sank as she struggled to retain a neutral expression.


    This did not bode well at all.