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

defensively in front

answered calmly before he

it, your tone said everything. I can read

sneered disdainfully, narrowing

Bartholomew sighed and ran his hand over the top of

crinkled sadly.

speak in

can draw the wrong conclusions, similar

words that I say.” He said wearily

accusatory gaze.

that your father is a Daemon Lord who has never moved

believe that during the

instrumental in supporting our fight and suppressing

slightly, an unpleasant look on her face as if

doubted his words.

“I am also fully aware that your mother was indeed a witch,

through your father, yet still she chose

rather than the wanton

Bartholomew smiled cryptically as he

digest his words as Ann

win Lexi over, then perhaps she

defensive going forward. Whilst Ann understood the

years of persecution as a child, unfortunately, she had

trusting people as

set the example for future interactions, and at least

own firmly

what? You researched my parents and you’re

abuse that my people have suffered,

don’t have to be on

behave here, well, that is

where you come from and if anything, the

heritage, but on your own

that your mother was a valued

those years

your heritage.” Bartholomew explained, his voice full of