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.

She answered wearily,

loudly, “Why the f*’k didn’t you all

knew she was a vile piece of work with how she had

off

it?” Ann asked

her shoulders sagged slightly, the door opened quickly

Allen enter the room, with

them

for the delay. What did I miss?”

momentarily as he cast his eyes over the

was about to tell us what this is.” Ann

her friend with a sinking feeling in the pit

should speak with my

this, it’s not…” Lexi faltered a little before

breath and continuing a

at, it’s not

it’s not.” “That makes no sense…” Greyson said with

him and scowled.

make sense, let me finish talking.”

scarlet red that indicated her temper

to the beast, “is made

it’s not naturally

“So it’s a hybrid?” Allen asked as he

forf**k sake. No. It’s not a hybrid otherwise I

I’ll be blunt. Some motherf*uc*ker ripped various

together with vile magick long after they were

horrified gasp rippled around the room as the Elders hurriedly

themselves.

but that’s…” Ann began tentatively, wishing on so many levels

wrong, but knowing deep down that she

to

Ann, “It is the most despicable dark magic that exists. I will say

far more dangerous

the level of depravity and darkness that it takes to maintain

speaks of an insane amount of power and

of agreement rippled around the room from the

took what notes they

or not this is the

either dealing with a veritable army

we have not seen since the Daemon Wars, or

few individuals that are capable of magick that rivals even

the Goddess.” Bartholomew murmured in

“You need to discuss this with my Papa. These

most likely murdered to serve a cause in death, that

Lexi all but growled, “He will want to

exchanged hesitant glances

extend an invitation to your father. We will

to travel to

think that is wise?” An indignation

Elders, “Allowing a Daemon unfettered access directly to

whipped her head around to face the Elder who had raised his

sneered.

he poses no threat, and he

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

the request of your Queen, my best friend, to

have. If you can’t respect me for what I