Chapter 7 - Alpha Nocurne's Contracted Mate

Alpha Nocturne’s Contracted Mate by A E Randell

Chapter 07 I Ann Veritas Reject You…

Ann woke with a start to the incessant vibrating of her phone on the bedside table.?

With her heart beating wildly at being forcibly woken unexpectedly, she fumbled around trying to find the damn thing with her bleary vision.

When her fingers finally closed around the familiar surface of her phone, she hurriedly checked the caller display and saw the name of her cheating ex flash up on the screen.

She narrowed her eyes and pressed the reject b*tton before throwing herself back on the bed. 32 missed calls and a stream of messages across SMS and social media flashed up on her notifications from him. Ann snorted derisively.

Her head turned to the side on her pillow and she scanned her room. A wry smile formed on her face as her eyes landed on the discarded wedding dress crumpled in the corner of her room.

She was supposed to be getting married today… the day she had dreamed of and planned for all these years destroyed in merely a few moments.

The phone vibrated noisily in her hand and a quick look revealed yet another call from Brad. She sighed internally and answered.

“What?” She sneered into the phone.

what it looked like…”

f*uc*k off, Brad. It was exactly what it looked like and you know it. Don’t take me for

Ann! You can’t be serious? One mistake after all

the glorious details of your sordid relationship

was only once and

child, Brad.” Ann

inappropriate comment but since they had returned last night, there had been nothing but silence. “Impossible. It’s not my child. There’s no way…”

yourself.” Ann answered flippantly,

my wife in a matter of hours! We can face this together, Ann, we’ll work

It was a

over yourself. I refuse to play stepmother to the brat of my step-sister… that’s beyond all kinds of f*uc*ked up.” Ann sneered derisively. “You can’t just cancel the wedding! This has taken months to organize! People have traveled from different counties just to be here! What am

my sister, but then, honesty isn’t

“Ann… please…”

you, Brad. I hope your wolf deserts you.”

Veritas reject

the line going dead and the resulting