Alpha Nocturne's Contracted Mate
Chapter 34

Alpha Nocturne’s Contracted Mate by A E Randell

Chapter 34 None Of Your Business

The best way that she could do that was by dressing not in the reds and golds of the royal family, but

instead wearing the traditional colors of royal blue and silver that were prominent in Alpha Nocturne’s

Pack.

After all, she was Alpha Nocturne’s Luna now and as far as everyone else was concerned she was his

true mate and he, against all odds, her second chance mate.

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‘Ha! They know! Look how pissed the WH*OREs’ expressions are!’?Maeve shouted gleefully.

She was right. Her stepmother looked as if she wanted to murder her where she stood, Ada’s face was

set in the familiar fake mask of smiles but her Jaw was clenched tightly and her stare unbroken as Ann

approached.

Ann’s father just looked confused at her choice of outfit as his eyes swept over her in a cursory glance.

Ann beamed widely as she ascended the stairs and greeted them all courteously but with no warmth in

her words.

“Did you forget the dress code for official functions?” Her father asked with a slight frown of displeasure

as he embraced her stiffly.

“Not at all, father. As I am no longer living here and representing another pack as their Luna as well as

the heir to the throne, I have two roles to fulfill now.” Ann answered smoothly.

Ada almost ch*oked on the air that she was breathing

“What do you mean Luna? Of whose Pack? Where?” she spluttered furiously.

For once Ann’s stepmother had the decency and decorum to shush her daughter and remind her that

these issues were best discussed inside and away from prying eyes.

With a furious glare from behind her mother’s back, Ada was ushered inside by her mother, as Ann

walked side by side with her father.

They walked in uncomfortable silence for a while before he finally spoke.

“You found a second chance mate?” He murmured as casually as possible, although Ann could feel the

p@ined expression in his tone of voice without even looking at him.

“I did.” She replied shortly as she kept her eyes focused forwards in the direction of the ballroom.

“And you accepted?” He tried again, not hiding the disappointment in his voice.

“What would you have me do, father? Bring him home for you to approve of so that Ada can sleep with

him? I think not.”

He grabbed her wrist suddenly and they paused in the corridor, with the eyes of several of the servants

on them both, looking busy so as not to intrude.

“I’m still your father, Ann…” he answered, the hurt clear in his voice.

Ann turned to stare at him coolly and her heart hurt too at the expression on his face, but he had made

his choice already.

“A father that loved his daughters equally would not allow this charade to continue,” Ann replied icily.

“Ann…”

“A father that had any love for his daughter would not f0rce the victim in this sh*t show to attend and

play happy families. You’re a disgrace as a father… to me at least. I’m sure Ada feels differently. If I am

not a priority for you, father, then don’t expect to be a priority for me.” Ann interrupted, her voice slightly

louder and unafraid of being overheard.

She turned and continued on her way to the ballroom and after a slight pause, her father hurried to

catch up and took his place at her side again.

“Who is he?” he asked gruffly, clearly displeased at Ann’s change in character.

“That’s none of your business at the minute. I’ll decide when and if you meet him in person. For now, I’d

rather wait until this whole debacle is over.”

“The least you could do is tell me which Pack.” He replied, the irritation in his voice starting to rise the

longer that Ann refused to roll over and tell him what he wanted to know.

“I said no, father!” She hissed furiously.

Ann was struggling to contain the irritation herself, although she was grateful that Maeve had at least

settled down and had been quiet for now. Perhaps it was the aura of her father keeping her in check.

“Then what the f*uc*k am I supposed to tell people if they ask?”

“Figure it out for yourself, father… just like I had to when I realized that my father couldn’t give two

sh*ts about the daughter he had with his fated mate. After all, why would he? If he was willing to

destroy the bond that the goddess was gracious enough to gift him with, why would he possibly give a

sh*t about a child that he fathered with her.” Ann said as she whirled furiously.

Her father’s face paled in the face of her fury and he swallowed nervously, a flicker of regret in his

eyes. Ann’s heart lurched p@infully as she stared at him angrily. The man before her no longer looked

like her father anymore. He looked old…almost weak.

When had he become so old?

Ann sighed heavily and looked away, her heart full of pity for the old man standing before her.

“We’re going to end up arriving separately from your wife and daughter. Let’s go, father, before the

gossipers get even more out of control.”

Ann stood at the newly erected dais at the forefront of the ballroom with her parents as Ada fussed

anxiously at Brad’s late arrival.

The press and socialites had previously been whispering behind their hands regarding Ann’s choice of

outfit and many had already correctly identified the colors as belonging to Alpha Nocturne’s Pack.

Not that she told them whether they were right in their a*s*sumptions or not. She would leave that to

their detective work. It would give them something to do to fill their time anyway.

Ann smirked to herself as the whispers now turned to Brad’s lateness to the engagement. They

critiqued his lack of respect for the accepted procedure and Ada’s lack of decorum with her stamping

and wailing.