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

defensively in

Bartholomew answered

“You didn’t have to say it, your tone said

narrowing

sighed and ran his hand over the top of

crinkled sadly.

find that I tend to speak in generalizations when it comes

precisely so that no one can draw the wrong conclusions,

that I say.” He said wearily

accusatory gaze.

fully aware that your father is

during the wars he was one

our fight

continued calmly as Lexi shifted slightly, an

doubted his words.

aware that your mother was indeed a witch,

magicks through your father, yet still she

side of things rather than the wanton

Bartholomew smiled cryptically as he

to digest his words as Ann looked between the two of them

over, then perhaps

defensive going forward. Whilst Ann understood

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

trusting people as a

example for future interactions,

cause to question her own firmly held beliefs about

what? You researched my parents and

and abuse that my people have

have to

how you behave here, well, that is

come

on your own character.”

your mother was a valued field medic and

years ago. She was a

proud of your heritage.” Bartholomew