Alpha Nocturne"s Contracted Mate

Chapter 228 Feisty Wolf

Alien’s head shot up and the room spun dangerously around him but he forced himself to focus.

‘That’s impossible.’ He murmured as he felt Orvar scratching insistently at the inside of his head.

“No, it’s not. Lexi is part Daemon and part Witch. As my daughter, she holds the soul of my realm and the power that I carry with me, as well as the soul of her mother and the power that her line carried with her.” He tried to explain, holding a hand up to silence Allen as he opened his mouth to interrupt.

“When I die, ALL of my power will transfer to Lexi, as well as the centuries of knowledge that I hold, as well as those of our ancestors. You should know that our line goes back millennia Allen, one of the oldest in Daemon history actually. That’s a lot for her to take on.”

Allen blinked at him with wide eyes as Lord Brarthroroz continued.

“It’s the same with the soul she inherited from her mother. She came from a long line of incredibly powerful witches, natural witches at that, and not at all like the pretenders of the Exciidium coven.” He explained as a look of nostalgia crossed his face momentarily before he continued.

“My best guess is, that each soul NEEDS its own mate to keep it in check and balance it out. I would ask Selene myself but she’s incredibly busy these days… you little wolves keep her quite busy seeing as how so many of you keep trying to kill each other.” He grimaced distastefully.

Allen leaned forward disbelievingly in his chair as he gazed at Lord Brarthroroz like a starstruck child.

Selene?” he asked in

days. Besides, the main focus of this conversation should be the

insistent and Allen scratched at his head impatiently. He hated when he did this, it was the worst feeling, almost as if he had a cat trying to claw

to hear what I had to say when I was trying

mate’s father and he’s been around far longer than you’ve been able to even dream about f*’***g your own life up. I’d rather trust what he has to say, over your miserable drunken ramblings to

THAT drunk…’ Allen pouted

f’****g England. Dude… seriously… you’re pouting at me. Sort yourself out.’

back. ‘Did you really just call me furball?!’

as Allen’s face contorted through a mixture of

tried his best not to show how hard he was trying to ignore his wolf’s loud protests, resulting

paid good money to see the usually straight-laced Allen in such a drunken state. If he had really wanted to, he could have helped Allen out of his predicament and purged the alcohol from his

can manage that, Lexi has two incredibly powerful souls that could cause significant devastation if

mates for each.

soul! ONE! STOP GIVING OUR MATE

as the sound echoed painfully in his ears. “One mate! One! Okay, got it!” Allen corrected himself