Alpha Nocturne’s Contracted Mate By A E Randell Chapter 162
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 herment had been
overheard and she mumbled an apology whilst she avoided eye contact with
Bartholomew as he made himselffortable 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 t*itle of Royal Elder, haven’t always made the best decisions in rtion to
your people, now, have they?” He smiled warmly as Lexi’s head shot up and she
narrowed her eyes at him.
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“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
exined 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.”
“But you’re still a*s*suming that both of my parents have behaved in ways that you
don’t approve of…” She bristled, her tone using as she folded her arms
defensively in front of her..
“I never said that,” Bartholomew answered calmly before he was cut off again.
“You didn’t have to say it, your tone said everything. I can read between the lines well
enough.” She sneered disdainfully, narrowing her eyes at him dangerously..
Bartholomew sighed and ran his hand over the top of his balding head as his forehead
crinkled sadly.
“You will find that I tend to speak in generalizations when ites to topics such as
this, precisely so that no one can draw the wrong conclusions, simr to those that
you have reached, with the words that I say.” He said wearily as he held Lex’s
usatory gaze.
“I am fully aware that your father is a Daemon Lord who has never moved against our
realm, 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.” Bartholomew
continued calmly as Lexi shifted slightly, an unpleasant look on her face as if she
doubted his words.
“I am also fully aware that your mother was indeed a witch, with ess 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 to digest his words as Ann looked between the two of them with interest.
If Bartholomew could win Lexi over, then perhaps she wouldn’t be as brash and
defensive going forward. Whilst Ann understood the hyper-defensiveness had
originated from her years of persecution as a child, unfortunately, she had a hard time
trusting people as a whole now.
Hopefully, Bartholomew could set the example for future interactions, and at least give
her cause to question her own firmly held beliefs about the nature of the Elders.
“So, 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 this
time? I don’t have to be on my guard here?”
“My dear, how you behave here, well, that is your prerogative. I merely wanted you to
be aware that we know where youe 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 our fallen all those years ago. She was a remarkable woman and you
should be proud of your heritage.” Bartholomew exined, his voice full of warmth as
Lexi’s face paled.
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“Wait,” Ann interrupted suddenly with a frown on her face, “You knew both of our
mothers?!”
Lexi nced up at Ann and they shared a look before turning to stare incredulously
back at where he sat. “How is that even possible?!” Lexi gasped as she leaned
forward in her chair, her curiosity piqued and suddenly desperate to know more.
Bartholomew chuckled deeply.
“You asked how crusty a Senior Elder had to be…well…not quite old enough to
be crusty just yet my dear. You see, I’m almost 600 years old.” He exined to
gasps from both Ann and Lexi.
“HOW IS THAT EVEN POSSIBLE?!” Lexi repeated a little more loudly this time.
Bartholomew smiled enigmatically as he sighed lightly.
“I’m sure you’re already fully aware that your mother had lived a long and happy life,
thanks to her bond with your father. Witches naturally tend to live a little longer than
humans, something to do with the natural magic that ebbs and flows within them, but
she was still a carefree teenager when I met her during the war. I believe that’s
around the time that she met your father actually, but he would be able to tell you
better than I can. As far as I’m aware, she lived at least a few centuries before they
decided to have you.” Bartholomew said genially.
“It might surprise you to know though, that, my parentage is not *s*sed as ideal
either. My mother was a Wolf shifter, and my father was… well… he was a vampire.”
Bartholomew exined to the sound of a small gasp of surprise from Lexi, “I just want
you to know Lexi, I know how you feel when you see us, and what you have been
through as I too, have been in your shoes.