Alpha Nocurne's Contracted Mate

Alpha Nocturne’s Contracted Mate by A E Randell

Chapter 175 Why Would He Do This?

Lexi was stunned.

She was completely overwhelmed by the sensation of his lips against hers and their insistent movements, as if desperate to claim her as his own. She wanted to lose herself in this moment completely and her heart craved him between her legs but there was something niggling at the back of her mind and it was stopping her from immersing herself completely in the moment.

The subtle hum of conversation returned to the room as people carried on as if nothing had happened, but for Lexi, everything had changed.

Allen hated her and everything that she stood for, and he infuriated her with his constant pompous demands, so why would he do this now?

Was he jealous because she had clicked instantly with Greyson? Greyson, the man who had stepped in to defend her in a heartbeat and didn’t seem to give a s**t about where she came from or how she acted.

As the frantic panic of the thoughts in her mind brought her to her senses, she pushed away from Allen, glaring at him in disbelief.

That familiar emotion of hurt flashed in his eyes briefly before he clenched his jaw and reached for her again, but Lexi evaded him and backed away from him slowly.

as he straightened himself and his eyes seemed to dim slightly as he watched her approach where Greyson

involved with another man,” Greyson

Greyson. I don’t know why he’s acting this way.” “No? It seems pretty obvious about his feelings about you.” Greyson spat batting her hand away angrily as she tried to reach for his face

at him in surprise, as a

at

what… how the f**k can you be angry with me for something I haven’t done?! I don’t f*uc*king control

eyes. Suddenly, Lexi laughed and looked between the two of them as a sneer of disgust spread across her face. “You’re both exactly the f“***g same.” She

out of both of you.” She fumed as she reached for her drink, downed it in one gulp and stormed out of the room, leaving Allen

the corridors with her mind racing until she found a doorway that led outside. She needed air, fresh air, that would help her get her thoughts

her face, and wound her way around the little paths until she was in a secluded area that was safe from

ground, drawing her knees to her chest, and sobbed, allowing the tears to

rush of conflicting emotions that had torn past her well-built defenses was overwhelming. It had been years since she allowed herself to feel this

of time that she had sat there on the ground staring numbly ahead now that her tears had dried up, when the sound of soft, slow footsteps

hands over her face quickly and hastily stood just as the stooped figure of Elder Bartholomew

appeared surprised to see her but smiled warmly as soon