Alpha Nocurne's Contracted Mate

Alpha Nocturne’s Contracted Mate by A E Randell

Chapter 228 Feisty Wolf

Alien’s head shot up and the room spun dangerously around him but he forced himself to focus.

‘That’s impossible.’ He murmured as he felt Orvar scratching insistently at the inside of his head.

“No, it’s not. Lexi is part Daemon and part Witch. As my daughter, she holds the soul of my realm and the power that I carry with me, as well as the soul of her mother and the power that her line carried with her.” He tried to explain, holding a hand up to silence Allen as he opened his mouth to interrupt.

“When I die, ALL of my power will transfer to Lexi, as well as the centuries of knowledge that I hold, as well as those of our ancestors. You should know that our line goes back millennia Allen, one of the oldest in Daemon history actually. That’s a lot for her to take on.”

Allen blinked at him with wide eyes as Lord Brarthroroz continued.

“It’s the same with the soul she inherited from her mother. She came from a long line of incredibly powerful witches, natural witches at that, and not at all like the pretenders of the Exciidium coven.” He explained as a look of nostalgia crossed his face momentarily before he continued.

“My best guess is, that each soul NEEDS its own mate to keep it in check and balance it out. I would ask Selene myself but she’s incredibly busy these days… you little wolves keep her quite busy seeing as how so many of you keep trying to kill each other.” He grimaced distastefully.

leaned forward disbelievingly in his chair as he gazed at Lord Brarthroroz

to Selene?” he asked

Lord Brarthroroz asked with a hint of irritation in his voice, “I just told you she was too busy to chat these days. Besides,

did this, it was the worst feeling, almost as if he had a cat trying to claw its way out from the inside, or a rat desperate to escape

had to say when

he’s been around far longer than you’ve been able to even dream about f*’***g your own life up. I’d rather trust what he has to say, over your miserable drunken ramblings

THAT drunk…’ Allen

Queen of f’****g England. Dude… seriously… you’re pouting at me. Sort yourself out.’ Orvar snapped

King now.’ Allen snorted back. ‘Did you really just

observed dryly as Allen’s face contorted through a mixture of expressions, “So I

refocused his attention on Lexi’s father and tried his best not to show how hard he was trying to ignore his wolf’s loud protests, resulting in an almost comical squint, much to

he could have helped Allen out of his predicament and purged the alcohol from his system, but these shifters always needed to learn the hard way about their limitations, so this was probably a lesson that Selene

powerful souls that could cause significant

souls, two mates for

One mate for each soul! ONE! STOP GIVING OUR MATE AWAY!’ Orvar roared