Alpha Nocturne"s Contracted Mate

Alpha Nocturne’s Contracted Mate by A E Randell

Chapter 162 Your Mother was Indeed a Witch

Lexi had the grace to look a little embarra*s*sed that her comment had been

overheard and she mumbled an apology whilst she avoided eye contact with

Bartholomew as he made himself comfortable in an old leather armchair that sat in

front of his desk.

“No need to apologize, my dear, I’m fully aware of how people see us outside of these

walls. Even more so those with Daemon blood, hmm? Our kind, especially those

holding the t*itle of Royal Elder, haven’t always made the best decisions in relation to

your people, now, have they?” He smiled warmly as Lexi’s head shot up and she

narrowed her eyes at him.

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“How do you know that?” She questioned suspiciously, “I mean about my Daemon

heritage. Have you been spying on me?!”

Bartholomew chuckled.

“My dear, even with my wolf’s heightened sense of smell being able to pinpoint your

unique scent, I was present during the trial and the investigations that preceded it.” He

explained with a kind smile, “I’m fully aware of your heritage and I want you to rest

a*s*sured that, from me at least, there is no judgment or ill feeling towards you

because of your parentage. It is not something that a child can help.”

“But you’re still a*s*suming that both of my parents have behaved in ways that you

She bristled, her tone accusing

in front

answered calmly before he was

say it, your tone said

She sneered disdainfully, narrowing

ran his hand over the top of his

crinkled sadly.

tend to speak in generalizations

this, precisely so that no one can draw the wrong conclusions,

with the words that I say.” He said wearily as

accusatory gaze.

fully aware that your father is a Daemon Lord who has never moved

I believe that during the wars he was one of

fight

calmly as Lexi shifted slightly, an unpleasant look on her face as

doubted his words.

that your mother was indeed a witch, with access to

your father, yet still she chose

than the wanton

for.” Bartholomew smiled cryptically as he held his silence

to digest his words as Ann looked between the

then perhaps she wouldn’t be as brash

Whilst Ann

as a

as a whole

set the example for future interactions, and

her own firmly held beliefs about the nature of

and you’re telling me

my people have

to

here, well, that is your prerogative. I merely wanted

where you come from and if anything, the

on your heritage, but on your own character.”

your mother was a valued field medic

all those years ago. She

should be proud of your heritage.” Bartholomew explained, his