Alpha Nocturne'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.

Allen’s face hardened as he straightened himself and his eyes seemed to dim slightly as he watched

her approach where Greyson was supporting himself to stand.

“You should have told me that you were already involved with another man,” Greyson mumbled as Lexi

reached his side.

“We aren’t involved beyond what I already said 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 o check the wound.

Lexi blinked at him in surprise, as a sudden realization hit her.

“Are you mad at me?” she whispered incredulously.

“Should I be happy about it?” Greyson snapped in reply as he glared down at her. “Greyson… what…

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

person’s actions!” Lexi replied, her temper beginning to flare.

He said nothing in reply other than glower down at her with anger burning brightly in his 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 stated, “You say Daemons are all the same but you

f““*g wolves are

no better. Look at you both! I suggest you both take your dick-waving contest and hold it in front of a

mirror so that you can see who’s the most pathetic 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 and Greyson glowering

angrily at each other.

She stormed through 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 in order.

She flung the doors wide and ran out, embracing the cool air as it buffeted her face, and wound her

way around the little paths until she was in a secluded area that was safe from prying eyes.

As soon as she was certain that she was alone, she sank to the ground, drawing her knees to her

chest, and sobbed, allowing the tears to come as they pleased.

This 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 way and she hated that she had allowed this to

happen.

She lost track of the amount 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 and the rustle of robes reached her

ears.

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

Bartholomew appeared around the corner.

He appeared surprised to see her but smiled warmly as soon as his eyes landed on her obviously

distressed face.

“What a pleasant surprise to see you here, young lady.” He grinned warmly. “Is it though?” Lexi

grumbled miserably.

Bartholomew chuckled as he nodded.

“Of course it is! I suppose I shouldn’t be surprised though. The gardens are indeed a good place to

clear one’s head when there’s a lot of information to digest.”

“Ugh, you heard?” Lexi grimaced as he chuckled again.

“I did, my dear. Not to worry though, these things always blow over eventually,” he replied kindly. “Ugh!

But it wasn’t even my fault! I don’t know why he did any of that! I mean… I shouldn’t even feel any type

of way about either of them but…” She began, but Bartholomew interrupted her.

“Lexi, my dear, hush. Don’t think on it anymore. If there is one thing that I have learned about my time

among wolves, it’s that whether they will admit it or not, when it comes to females they act neither

smartly, nor rationally.” He chuckled as he motioned for her to join him. “They’re practically feral beasts

when they’ve decided they want to claim something.”

Lexi followed him a little way before slipping her arm in his. His presence was comforting in a way that

she wasn’t used to and right now, she needed that.

“Come, let’s go inside and have something warm to drink. I think you could do with talking this over in a

place of comfort, and if you don’t want to talk with this ‘old crusty’, then at least allow me to distract you

for a little while.”

Bartholomew said softly as they approached the entrance to the garden again and made their way into

the corridor. Lexi snorted at his reference to her previous insult and grinned.

“I would be honored to spend a little time with my ‘old crusty’. I think it would be nice to get to know a

little more about you.”