Alpha Nocturne's Contracted Mate

Chapter 283 Remnants of the Daemor Wars

Bartholomew was mid discussion with Adam and the Enclave’s Commander of the guard when his office phone rang.

He stared at it in bemusement and exhaled a short laugh.

“I rarely get calls directed here…” He mused as he reached for the receiver.

The Enclave’s commander grunted in annoyance and threw himself down on the chair, resuming the animated discussion with Adam regarding the reinforcements due to leave in less than an hour’s time. “Oh! Lord Brarthroroz!”

Bartholomew exclaimed as Adam’s head turned violently towards him and he focused his attention on the conversation.

“Yes, Yes I can do that. Let me call you back, I just need a few minutes to check the records. I’m sure I have it in here somewhere.” Bartholomew’s face took on a thoughtful expression as he said goodbye, hung up and made his way over to the bookcase.

Adam and the Commander exchanged a look, and as no explanation was forthcoming, Adam cleared his throat loudly and looked towards Bartholomew expectantly.

But Bartholomew paid him no mind as he browsed the shelves with a deep frown until finally, his face lit up and he pulled a book from the shelves, scurrying back to his desk with it and rifling through his drawers as he took his seat.

“Do you want to tell us what that was about?” Adam asked curiously as he leaned onto Bartholomew’s desk.

he pulled out what looked like a leather book

resting on both books, before the realization suddenly dawned on

My apologies. That was Lord Brarthroroz.” He said as the

understood that from your: ‘Oh! Lord Brarthroroz!’ comment when you

commander with

your career,” Bartholomew

own as he side-eyed the commander who looked as though he had just been slapped, and

saying,” Bartholomew cleared his throat,

the inmates to his side. However, Lord Brarthroroz seems to think that his brother will have a second, well hidden but decidedly less guarded entrance in addition to

through the book, murmuring to himself as he did so before placing it down on the desk and moving to untie the leather bindings on the folder, revealing an intricately folded large, piece of paper, that he carefully unfolded and spread across his

time to read the title across the top of the page before Bartholomew

of the Daemon Wars?” Adam frowned, as he

he marked off yet another location on the map, “Lord Brarthroroz seems to be of the opinion that Eromaug will most likely return to one of the previous

mean. Surely defensively that wouldn’t be a feasible option.” The Commander

the outside, but on the inside, underground in the caverns and tunnels that they spent centuries constructing, the structures are perfectly sound. After the Daemons were repelled, explorations of the structures they

Lord Brarthroroz’s line of thinking and focused intently on

facility is indeed a decoy, wouldn’t that mean that any of these

his men, keeping the pressure on