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.”

have behaved in ways that you don’t approve of…” She bristled, her tone accusing as she folded

that,” Bartholomew answered calmly before he was cut

everything. I can read between the lines well enough.” She sneered disdainfully, narrowing

over the top of his balding

such as this, precisely so that no one can draw the wrong conclusions, similar to those that you have reached, with the words that I say.” He said wearily as he held Lex’s

in fact, I believe that during the wars he was one of the lords who were instrumental in supporting our fight and suppressing the aggressors.”

to the ancient magicks through your father, yet still she 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

the hyper-defensiveness had originated

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

what? You researched my parents and you’re telling me that despite all the years of oppression and abuse that my people have suffered, things will be different

here, well, that is your prerogative. I merely wanted you to be aware that we know where you come from and 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

a frown on her