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
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a weak ruler inter years and perhaps he had allowed them a little too much freedom
in dictating how things were run.
The Enve was an ancient inst*itution that protected the Kingdom from tyrant rulers.
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 poption.
Ann calmed her raging fury and did her best to speak calmly. Though her tone was
“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 wee face to face with her. I fully
intend to be the one ripping her throat out with our bare teeth when the timees.
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 presumptuousment. 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 sessfully 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 ept this
new reality.
It was about time.
Ann allowed it to continue only a little longer, before withdrawing itpletely, 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 Enve,
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
rxation.”
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 disy 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 nkly.
Almost instantly, Adam’s face appeared above hers, bending forward to kiss her
forehead as his handsnded 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 offort 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 seed 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 ispletely 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.”