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

in front

“I never said that,” Bartholomew answered calmly

your tone said everything. I can

sneered disdainfully, narrowing her eyes at

ran his hand over the

crinkled sadly.

tend to speak

so that no one can draw the wrong conclusions, similar to those

reached, with the words that I say.”

accusatory gaze.

that your father is a Daemon Lord who has never

the wars he was one of

our fight

continued calmly as Lexi shifted slightly, an

doubted his words.

fully aware that your mother was indeed a witch,

magicks through your father, yet still she chose to focus

than the wanton destruction that

for.” Bartholomew smiled cryptically as

allowing Lexi to digest his words as Ann looked between the two

then perhaps she wouldn’t be

Whilst Ann understood

years of persecution as

trusting people as

could set the example

question her own firmly held beliefs about

researched my parents and you’re telling me that despite all

and abuse that my people have

I don’t have to be on

that is your prerogative.

come from and if anything, the

your heritage, but on

wanted you to know that your mother was a valued

for our fallen all those years ago.

of your heritage.” Bartholomew explained, his voice full of