Alpha Nocturne's Contracted Mate

Chapter 175

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.

jaw and reached for her again, but Lexi evaded

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

already involved with

why he’s acting this way.” “No? It seems pretty obvious about his feelings about you.” Greyson

blinked at him in surprise,

you mad at me?” she

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?!

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

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

with her mind racing until she found a doorway that led outside.

air as it buffeted her face, and wound her way around the little paths until she was in a secluded

was alone, she sank to the ground, drawing her knees to

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

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

hastily stood just as the stooped figure of Elder Bartholomew

as soon as his

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