Alpha Nocurne's Contracted Mate

Alpha Nocturne’s Contracted Mate by A E Randell

Chapter 173 Full of Surprises

Lexi had wandered with Greyson for a little while, making small talk as she allowed him to take the lead with the direction that they were headed.

She found herself pleasantly surprised by his ability to hold a conversation and he didn’t seem to fawn over her, nor reject her which intrigued her greatly.

Men usually reacted in one of those two ways, and to find one who didn’t was indeed a rarity.

It did cross her mind briefly that he may indeed be hiding his true feelings about her, but there was no discernible cause to do so in her mind unless it was to try to get information out of her about Ann of course. But, he hadn’t brought her up in the conversation until now, so she was hesitant to condemn him so quickly.

“Is everything okay?” Greyson asked, stopping suddenly as he noticed her frown and his expression seemed to mirror her own as he frowned back at her in concern.

“Er, yeah? Why?” Lexi stammered defensively, a little shocked that he had even noticed.

“You’re frowning. I didn’t really think that discussing the topic of your favorite drinks, and whether or not girly c*oc*ktails were your style was anything to frown over.” He chuckled lightly.

Lexi snorted.

which is my favorite honestly. I’m more of a whisky on the rocks kinda girl, or at a push, I’ll settle for a full-bodied red from the Bellevue’s Vinyard. c*oc*ktails don’t really do much

you seriously

you think about it, c*oc*ktails are for the most part sweet. So all you’re really doing is just wasting valuable volume in your stomach by filling it up with flavored sugar water that contains the teensiest bit of alcohol and has probably been watered down anyway. If you’re going to commit to getting drunk, then that volume you’ve lost on the liquid cake could have been devoted entirely to getting yourself wasted on the good stuff.” Lexi continued seriously, “I mean, think about it rationally, if you’re going to start adding cream liqueurs to the mix, like… I don’t know… baileys or even Dooley’s, then you may as well just

opened and closed his mouth a couple of times in an effort to reply but gave up. How could he

slowly

the new resident expert in daemons from an argument with a complete a*s*shat, only to end up discussing how drinking c*oc*ktails is a waste of stomach space

at him and smiled

surprises. It’s part of my unique charm. You either love it or hate it. Allen most definitely hates it if you

continued walking and he cleared his throat,

was pretty obvious, to be honest,” He winced as they made their way into a common room that offered food and drinks to the guests of the Enclave, “What’s the

as she

her order. When she was done

is wasted on him. He’s a bitter little puppy with a stick lodged so far up his a*s*s he could pass for a ventriloquist’s dummy if you

Lexi grinned as the Omega who attended the bar area passed her the drink she

broad shoulders, and strong jawline and the way his hair flopped lazily over his brow was making her want