Alpha Nocurne's Contracted Mate

The specialist raised an eyebrow at Lord Brarthroroz and barely suppressed the scoff of disbelief. “You’re telling me that your hellhounds can sniff out the sites faster than our dire wolves?”

“We could always make a wager on it, if you like?” Lord Brarthroroz answered casually as a sly smirk played at the edges of his m*outh.

“I’m not betting my soul…” The shifter replied before he was interrupted by Lord Brarthroroz’s laughter, “I don’t know what’s funny about that.” He continued, scowling at both Lexi and her father.

“Listen buster, I think you and your little friends have us confused with the demons of the human religions,” Lexi snorted, “We’re daemons, not demons. There’s a huge difference.”

“I don’t see how. You both deal in souls and dark magic, and live in the depths of hell.”

“I’ll have you know my home is quite comfortable and welcoming actually. If you can get past the succubi that is… although I’m sure some of your unmated would love spending time with them…” Lord Brarthroroz replied, a little offended.

“And this is exactly why I need to begin these lectures as soon as possible.” Lexi muttered and sighed. “Look, we daemons are far older than anything contained in these modern, humanized religions, okay? We have been here since the beginning of time, along with the gods. We predate people for crying out loud.”

“I don’t hear you denying any of what I said though.” The specialist sneered.

“Okay.” Lexi answered calmly, “Let me spell it out for you. Daemons live in their own realms forthe safety of your kind. Your petty squabbles and the way you all thrive on killing each other over pathetic issues that could be dealt with by a single conversation is quite frankly, tiresome for beings that have lived through millenia. It gets boring. Sure, we use magic, and so do you with your ability to shift into your little fleabags. You’re no different to a human schizophrenic hearing voices in your head that the Goddess Selene gave form to.”

The specialist blinked in surprise, a little lost for words as Lexi paced slowly towards him and stopped in front of him, scrutinizing his coat and reaching forward to pluck a stray direwolf hair from, discarding it casually.

“And as for your souls,” She continued with a sinister smile, “We don’t need to bargain for them. If we wanted them, we would take them.”

“Okay! That’s enough of that!”

announced hastily as he took hold of her shoulders and steered

a pleading look in his eyes as he turned to face the specialist and frowned, “And you guys, please

my daughter and your Alpha Queen. The faster this is done, the faster I can return to brooding in my own realm and sampling the various whiskies that

Lexi glowered at the specialists who begrudgingly moved away and gave their own orders to their direwolves, and together,

at the men tracking the direwolves’ progress on their

will you know when

us like your wolves speak to you,” Lexi replied,

have to wait too long for the first site,” Lord Brarthroroz said with a

Impossible!” The specialists protested as Lord

my hounds. If you are still wanting to be part of this operation then I suggest you follow me. It’s this way.” Lord Brarthroroz answered calmly as he began making his way into the

of triumph on Lexi’s face as she followed behind her father without so much as a

going to pick up the trails this quickly then perhaps

could with Lord Brarthroroz at their front, leading them through the shadows of the forest

the darkness seemed to be almost unnatural, cloaking everything with an oppressive blanket so heavy that not even

in the murky light, the ethereal luminescence of the hellhound’s eyes could be seen in the distance, the faint light illuminating a set of moss covered,

the first one.” Lexi murmured

sinister prick of the magic that swirled around them. It wasn’t visible, but the sensation of it made every hair on their body stand on end, and the infectious unease that it brought

as she turned to them, her eyes

stones, as if inspecting them for any

of the specialists exclaimed