Alpha Nocurne'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 title 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.

“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.”

that you don’t approve of…” She bristled,

said that,” Bartholomew answered calmly before he

to say it, your tone said everything. I can read between the lines well enough.” She sneered disdainfully, narrowing her eyes

top of his balding head as his

comes to topics such as this, precisely so that no one can draw the wrong conclusions, similar to

has never moved against our realm, in fact, I believe that during the wars he was one of the lords who were instrumental in

chose to focus more on the healing and protection side of things rather than the wanton destruction that her kind is so renowned for.” Bartholomew smiled cryptically as he held his silence for a moment, allowing Lexi to digest

could win Lexi over, then perhaps she wouldn’t be as brash and defensive going forward. Whilst Ann understood the hyper-defensiveness had originated from her years

example for future interactions, and at least give her cause to question her own firmly held beliefs about the nature of the

of oppression and abuse that my people have suffered, things will be different

if anything, the Royal Elders judge not on your heritage, but on your own character.” Bartholomew answered seriously, “I also wanted you to know that your mother was a valued field medic and cared meticulously for our fallen all those years ago. She was a remarkable woman and you should

frown on her face, “You