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

approve of…” She bristled, her tone accusing as she folded her

defensively in front of

answered calmly before he was

it, your tone said everything. I

disdainfully, narrowing her eyes at him

Bartholomew sighed and ran his hand over the top of his balding

crinkled sadly.

“You will find that I tend to speak in generalizations

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

you have reached, with the words that I say.” He said wearily as

accusatory gaze.

fully aware that your father is

that during the

in supporting our fight and suppressing

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

doubted his words.

mother was indeed a

yet still she

of things rather than the wanton destruction that

renowned for.” Bartholomew smiled cryptically as he

Lexi to digest his words as Ann looked

Lexi over, then perhaps she wouldn’t be

going forward. Whilst Ann understood the

her years of persecution as a child, unfortunately, she had a hard

trusting people as a

could set the example for future interactions, and at least

her cause to question her own firmly held beliefs about

parents and

people have suffered, things will

to be on

here, well, that is your prerogative.

you come from and if anything, the Royal

on your heritage, but on your own character.” Bartholomew answered seriously,

that your mother

all those years ago. She was a remarkable woman and

Bartholomew explained, his voice full