Alpha Nocturne"s Contracted Mate

Alpha Nocturne’s Contracted Mate By A E Randell Chapter 45

CHAPTER 45 A Lot Of Odd Stuff

She hated this attitude. As welcoming as people were to hybrids in general, she wished the term would be abolished altogether. It led people to question their origins and when they did, they then judged them on their ancestry and not on them as an individual.

Adam nodded slowly.

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“I know. I’m sorry. I’ve sought to change the lives of people within my pack and honestly, I’ve never had cause to question the lives of others outside my pack.”

“Well, Lexi is Lexi and she has our best interests at heart. Her mother died protecting her from hunters ironically enough. Her mother was the witch and her father the daemon if were wondering. Not that it matters.”

Adam took a seat in the chair opposite her.

“Her mother summoned him then?” He asked curiously.

Ann snorted.

you

“God no. Her mother was a healer. Not all witches prance about naked and summon the chaos you know?” Ann sniggered.

“You’ll have to forgive me, I don’t have extensive knowledge of the other races as much as I would like to…” Adam said, “It’s something I wanted to change actually… in the schools within the pack boundary. It’s difficult to find lectures of the races that are willing to attend a place filled with wolves.”

Ann nodded sadly.

races, the other

I’m sure Lexi wouldn’t mind discussing what she knows of her heritage with. you wanted more, then I guess

you.

If

refine the educational experience together.” Adam chuckled as Ann’s heart lurched painfully at

you to dinner though, by way of apology for my behavior this morning. You deserved

gently

back and get changed first? I’d rather not mix business with pleasure and being in my work attire kinda spoils the fun

She grinned.

you in your work attire when

flushed furiously as she ignored her and focused

can swing by and freshen up a little.” He grinned with a devilish

Ann said firmly. “Not before

she could have sworn that

tell him about your theory of the two bitches… two witches… two whores… whatever you want to call

now

with the fact that your father returned your mother’s

face softened slightly as she subconsciously reached for the boxes on her desk and placed her hands protectively

them, but it was reassuring herself that she

narrowing his eyes suspiciously at the boxes. “Did somebody

Ann teased with

saw why people were terrified of him. At that moment, filled with

and forced a

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