Alpha Nocturne’s Contracted Mate Chapter 185
Alpha Nocturne’s Contracted Mate by A E Randell
Chapter 185 A New Era
Ann smiled tightly as Alpha Felix surveyed the chaotic scene behind her with interest. He was a good-
looking man, with stern yet handsome features and powerfully built. His Luna stood next to him, a
weing and friendly face surrounded by a ma*s*s of ck, messy curls that gave her a slightly wild
look as she eyed the furor warily.
“My apologies, I had hoped to have this resolved before you arrived.” Ann offered with a small smile.
Felix chuckled and waved his hand dismissively.
“You run your kingdom as you see fit, my Queen. Justice cannot wait for such a heinous crime in my
opinion. You have acted as befits the royal line, there is o need for apologies.” He said before crossing
his arm across his chest and bowing respectfully, his wife and the men behind him following his
example.
“It is a pleasure to be here your grace, regardless of circumstances. Thank you for receiving us.” He
continued as he stood upright and beamed widely as he gestured to his wife, “This is Aoife, the light of
my life, my very reason for breathing, and also my Luna.”
Aoife rolled her eyes and snorted, blushing heavily. “Really Felix? In front of royalty?” she murmured
with the barest trace of irritation in her voice as she smiled apologetically at Ann.
‘Aww, cute! She’s so tiny!’ Maeve gushed, ‘Can we keep her?’
‘Maeve… I actually have no words for you. You want to turn our diplomatic guests into pets… what the
actual f”k is wrong with you?’ Ann snapped incredulously.
‘But look how tiny she is! I bet their pups are going to be adorable… a big strong Alpha like that with
teeny little pups between them…’
‘Honestly, Maeve, the speed at which you switch between murderous rage, sa*s*sy queen and
squealing like a child at Disnend astounds me…’ Ann groaned inwardly.
“Wee to the Enve, all of you.” Adam said, his voice interrupting her dialogue with Maeve as he
stepped forward and offered his hand to Felix, “I’m Adam, Queen Ann’s Consort.”
“It’s a pleasure to meet you.” Felix answered with a grin, taking his hand and shaking it firmly as they
exchanged a mysterious look between them.
Ann narrowed he eyes slightly as she watched the interaction between them both. If she didn’t know
better, she would think that these two already knew each other in some way.
“We’ll have the guards escort you to your rooms so that you can freshen up before dinner. I’m sure you
all must be famished.” Bartholomew said warmly as he moved to stand to the side of Ann, making sure
he was positioned slightly behind as befitting a member of the Royal Enve.
“That would be wonderful, thank you” Felix answered, inclining his head gratefully before allowing
himself to be led away to their rooms.
Not a single member of the Elders had moved an inch or uttered a word as the exchange between Ann
and Felix had continued. Ann sighed quietly as she turned to face them.
“You can proceed with your evening as you had originally nned. I expect you in attendance for the
meal as a show of respect to Alpha Felix, regardless of what has happened here tonight. Bartholomew
will schedule a meeting tomorrow morning so that I can present the evidence to you of Elder Linus’s
crimes. I sincerely hope that this will be thest time that I have to call out one of my own so publicly,
because of their conduct. Am I clear?”
The elders chorused their a*s*sent before turning and filing orderly away to attend to whatever they
needed to before they reconvened for the meal.
“Nicely done your highness,” Bartholomew said quietly, his eyes twinkling with approval.
“I don’t know about that.” Ann grumbled, “It’s not exactly the wee that’s expected now is it?” “Well,
if anything he will know that you are indeed serious about justice for all those that reside in your
kingdom
and that no one is untouchable. I have a feeling that you’re going to make quite the name for yourself
as Alpha Queen.” Bartholomew chuckled.
‘Even more so when we get my regal portrait with a shiny crown hanging front and center above the
staircase there.’ Maeve smirked as Ann cast her eyes across to the halfnding that sat between the
ground floor and first floor, and groaned loudly.
‘You are not getting a portrait, Maeve. That’s absurd.’ She muttered loud enough for both Bartholomew
and Adam to hear.
Their barely suppressed smiles irritated Ann a little.
“Don’t encourage her! She’s like a dog with a bone…”
‘Ironic…’ Maeve snorted sarcastically, ‘You’re wrong though. I am a wolf that wants a crown …and
you’re holding me back from achieving my dreams, Ann… don’t be a spoilsport…’ she whined
petntly.
‘Seriously?!’
“I think a portrait of both Maeve and Baldur would be a wonderful addition to our gallery of Royals…”
Bartholomew chuckled good-naturedly.
“Bartholomew… I’m warning you…” Ann ground out through gritted teeth
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“Hear me out, my Queen.” He said gently, in a tone that would better be used for soothing irate beasts
rather than his Queen, “It has been too long since the appropriate respect has been given to the other
half of your nature. Portraits of humans adorn the walls but I have not seen true respect paid to the
wolves that leap to our defense every time we are threatened.”
‘He’s not wrong.’
“We rely on their confidence and strength, their agility, and their cunning to suppress our enemies and
protect the weak, and yet they receive little to no recognition. You intend to usher in a new era, my
queen, then I think Maeve’s suggestion is a perfect way to symbolize that. Wolf and human
counterparts in perfect harmony with one another.” Ann blinked in shock and looked at Adam who
shrugged.
“You have got to be f*’***g kidding me…” she muttered under her breath before groaning loudly and
rolling her eyes to the ceiling.
“If you like, I can schedule the artist to take the sittings for both or standard human portrait as well as
your wolves.” Bartholomew offered with a knowing smile as Maeve pranced around happily inside her
head. “Oh for Goddess’s sake, FINE. The damn wolf gets her damn portrait…”
‘With the crown Ann… don’t forget the crown…’