Alpha Nocturne"s Contracted Mate

Alpha Nocturne’s Contracted Mate by A E Randell

Chapter 165 Rome wasn’t Built in a Day

Ann couldn’t seem to tear her eyes away from it, staring at the being on the cold,

metal slab in front of her and almost forgetting to breathe.

Greyson and Bartholomew stood at her side with a grim expression that was almost

identical, and the Elders a*s*sembled at the edges of the room watched curiously as

Lexi circled the creature slowly with a deep scowl creasing her forehead.

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“This shouldn’t be here.” She muttered as she bent forward and peered closely at the

creature’s twisted face, its features contorted in a menacing snarl that had persisted

even in death.

Ann understood the confusion as to why the beast didn’t emit any odor, as the skin

seemed to be paper thin and had broken apart in places, revealing the ma*s*s of flesh

underneath.

Lexi lifted her head and suddenly fixed Greyson with a hard stare.

“You’re saying there was no stench, or scent whatsoever when the creatures were

attacking?” she asked, the thinly shrouded disbelief in her words hanging in the air

accusingly.

Greyson met her challenging stare and frowned a little as he spoke.

“I wasn’t there. There was a faint smell of… I suppose decay at the site of the

battlefield, but there’s no one left alive to ask. All I know is we didn’t scent anything

when we arrived anywhere near close to what you’re apparently experiencing.” He

answered grimly.

Lexi nodded thoughtfully as she circled around again.

“I would hazard a guess to say that there wasn’t any prior indication of their presence

before the ambush though. It would at least account for the ease with which they were

set upon. Their training and superior abilities should have negated any risk of

ambush.” He continued.

“But That would make no sense. The very nature of these beasts…you should be able

to smell them… I don’t understand why you can’t…” Lexi replied, frustration tingeing

her tone as she sighed loudly.

“Do you know what they are then?” Bartholomew asked, the faint light of hope

blossoming in his eyes.

Lexi nodded curtly.

“Yeah, I think so.” She answered wearily, falling silent briefly

the f*’k didn’t you all do something about Narcissa sooner?

piece of work with how she had treated

trailed off

what is it?”

door opened quickly and

faces of Adam and Allen enter the room, with the Royal escort closing

them

delay. What did I miss?” Adam apologized as he made

Ann’s side and froze momentarily as he cast his eyes over the scene

Lexi was about to tell us what

watched her friend with a sinking feeling in the

should speak with my father about this as

you about this, it’s not…”

deep breath and continuing a little less

you’re looking at, it’s not naturally occurring. It’s not a daemon

“That makes no sense…” Greyson said with a frown, as Lexi

him and scowled.

does make sense, let me finish talking.”

scarlet red that indicated her temper was

gestured to the beast, “is

not naturally made this

Allen asked as

hybrid otherwise

be blunt. Some motherf*uc*ker ripped various daemons apart and

vile magick long after they

the room as the Elders hurriedly

themselves.

Ann began tentatively, wishing on so many

but knowing deep down that

you want to call it.”

despicable dark magic that exists. I will

more dangerous than any of us ever

darkness that

many creatures speaks of an insane amount of

of agreement rippled around the

conferred and took what notes they

or not this is the

scenarios are terrifying. We are either dealing with a veritable army

which we have not seen since the

with a few individuals that are capable of

Bartholomew murmured

with my Papa. These are his people that are

a cause in death, that

Lexi all but growled, “He will want to help put a stop

The Elders exchanged hesitant glances as Ann exhaled heavily

an invitation to your father.

secure location to travel to and from

do you think that is wise?” An indignation

Daemon

face the Elder who

sneered.

all know that he poses no threat, and he himself

allow your prejudices to taint your view of myself, nor of my Papa.

you, at the request of your Queen,

you can’t respect me for what I bring to the