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

don’t approve of…” She bristled, her tone accusing as she folded

defensively in

that,” Bartholomew answered calmly before he was

say it, your tone said everything. I

sneered disdainfully, narrowing her eyes at him

over the top of his balding head as his

crinkled sadly.

speak in generalizations when it comes to topics

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

words that I say.” He said wearily as he

accusatory gaze.

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

the wars he was one of the lords

fight and suppressing the

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

doubted his words.

fully aware that your mother was indeed a witch,

she chose to

than the wanton destruction that her kind

for.” Bartholomew smiled cryptically as he held his silence for

words as Ann

If Bartholomew could win Lexi over, then perhaps

going forward. Whilst Ann understood

originated from her years of persecution as a child,

trusting people as a

example for future interactions, and at least

cause to question her own firmly held beliefs about

what? You researched my parents and you’re

my people

don’t have to be

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

we know where you come from and if

on your own

you to know that your mother was a

years ago.

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