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

of…” She bristled, her tone

in

said that,” Bartholomew answered

say it, your tone said everything. I can read

enough.” She sneered disdainfully, narrowing her

his hand over the top of

crinkled sadly.

I tend to speak in generalizations when

one can draw the wrong conclusions,

the words that I

accusatory gaze.

father is a

fact, I believe that during the wars he was one of the

in supporting our fight and suppressing the aggressors.”

Lexi shifted slightly, an unpleasant look

doubted his words.

aware that your mother was indeed a witch, with access to the

your father, yet still she chose to focus

protection side of things rather than the wanton

for.” Bartholomew smiled cryptically as he held

words as Ann looked between

then perhaps she wouldn’t

forward. Whilst Ann understood the

as a child, unfortunately,

trusting people as a

Bartholomew could set the example for future interactions, and at

firmly

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

that my people have

time? I don’t have to be

“My dear, how you behave here, well, that

where you come from and if anything, the Royal Elders

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

your mother was a valued field medic and

for our fallen all those years ago.

of your heritage.” Bartholomew